Quotes About Craving

I'M STARVED FOR YOU

On these occasions I read quickly, voraciously, almost skimming, trying to get as much into my head as possible before the next long starvation. If it were eating it would be the gluttony of the famished; if it were sex it would be a swift furtive stand-up in an alley somewhere.

Do you hunger for me, do you burn for me

In queste occasioni leggo velocemente, con voracità, saltando qualche parola e cercando di riempirmi la testa il più possibile prima di un nuovo, lungo periodo di astinenza. Se fossero un genere commestibile queste letture smorzerebbero l'ingordigia dell'affamato, se fossero sesso equivarrebbero a un veloce amplesso furtivo, in qualche vicolo.

I am in love with his need

The bad bones have been bad, so they are better left unsaid. They are better left unsaying. But they were never happy, they always wanted more, they were always hungry. They can smell the words, the words coming out of your mouth all warm and yeasty. They want some words of their own. They'll be back.

Sometimes sushi is just superb, and other times there's nothing like a great big steak. It depends where your taste buds are at the time.

Ice cream was my undoing, and six chocolate milk shakes in a row were nothing to me at one time.

Cook, at that moment in time, I would have sold my body for a mocha latte

Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.

She never sounded pleased about beef noodle casserole or chicken à la king, either, but she did seem to perk up at pork chops and ham. I guess she was a pig girl.

His appetite for the stimulus of wine had increased upon him, as I had too well foreseen. It was now something more to him than an accessory to social enjoyment: it was an important source of enjoyment in itself.

I never had a particularly strong craving to procreate, except for earlier fantasies of wanting to be Marmee in Little Women.

She wants to have hiked; I want to have had dessert.

death is not the enemy; snakes are. And cheese: it is addictive and irresistible. I have had three kinds so far today.

The fans, the vampire groupies, love the idea of this androgynous, preternatural figure stalking the night, and craving aesthetic pleasure just as he craves blood, wearing only the best velvet clothes, and savoring red roses.

You're my insatiable blood thief and soul smasher.

I had to have him, had to. Just the way I had to have everything I wanted; or had to do everything I'd ever wanted to do.

And it was not merely the dry hissing coil of the thirst that was quenched and dissolved, it was all my craving, all the want and misery and hunger that I had ever known.

One doesn't simply glut oneself on blood.

I watched them with the eyes of a hungry ghost.

He took another quick swallow of the coffee. Tasted awful to him, though it was good coffee, he'd brewed it himself. A beer was what he wanted. Not to have a beer right now was like not breathing. But it was just too great a risk.

And you have never given me your love.

Lestat, let me drink. Let me look for the blood with my tongue and my hear. Let me drink, please; you can't deny me that one moment of intimacy.