Quotes About Hunger

I don't eat fast food, but I can't live without pizza.

I order pizza a lot to set.

And I don't cook, either. Not as long as they still deliver pizza.

I really love pizza after midnight.

I'm a picky eater, so, often, if I can't find something to eat at catering, I order pizza.

I'm always in the mood for pizza.

I want to play basketball so bad.

Satiety is a mongrel that barks at the heels of plenty.

Could I get a friggin' Hot Pocket around here?

A writer has to keep one foot in the street and one pocket empty and be hungry for it.

I wanted to learn Latin and Greek and become a poet and acquire power over language. I only understand this clearly in retrospect, that my ability to study came from a hunger to learn all the resources of articulation.

Where's my food? When is it coming? What did I order, anyway?

I think perhaps we all cook to feed some kind of hunger in ourselves. I am nourished by being surrounded by family and friends, by creating something delicious for them, by nurturing them.

I've met many Holocaust survivors who find the era infinitely compelling because they have this deep hunger to understand how it all could possibly have happened.

I love food - all kinds of food, and I feel like I am never full. Sushi is my favorite if I had to pick.

The novel is about, for me, sustained and organized looking. I do think that people have a hunger for a sustained engagement, that concentration that the book can offer.

The rich swell up with pride, the poor from hunger.

I'm usually sick after a fight. But then the brain swelling goes down, and I'm just hungry as hell.

Food banks have become such a powerful symbol in part because they're inescapable.

When children are hungry, sleepy from a night spent fighting untreated asthma, or hobbled by symptoms of undiagnosed illnesses, they are less likely to do well in school.

A full stomach can't run. At

Good morning!' Mom was standing in front of the stove, making bacon. 'Annemarie, I called your dad last night, and he told me that you have a thing for bacon omelettes.' 'Yum!' Annemarie said. 'That smells great. No wonder I'm so hungry.' I was staring. Mom had serious bed head and her eyes were puffy with sleep. But she was up at seven-thirty in the morning, making us bacon omelettes. I wanted to hug her. But didn't.

I left home because I was hungry.

If all else fails, pillage the fridge.