“Hunger is the best sauce.”

“Life Stories: Why hunger for these? One, it fits a hunger. Maybe it is more like bossiness. Maybe we just want to be in charge of the life, no matter who lived it...”

“...and nostalgia swept through Jimmy like a sudden hunger.”

“Maybe sadness was a kind of hunger, she thought. Maybe the two went together.”

“There's something to be said for hunger: at least it lets you know you're still alive.”

“At this dim season of the year we hunger for such tales. Winter's tales, they are. We want to huddle round them, as if around a small but cheerful fire... It was the right thing to do on the darkest day of the year.”

“He stops, looks up at this window, and I can see the white oblong of his face. We look at each other. I have no rose to toss, he has no lute. But it's the same kind of hunger. ”