“...he fed his insides before they fed on him.”
“He fed his spirit with the bread of books”
“The old hunger for voyages fed at his heart....To go alone...into strange cities; to meet strange people and to pass again before they could know him; to wander, like his own legend, across the earth--it seemed to him there could be no better thing than that.”
“Lucille must have fed him a Vallium smoothie this morning.”
“His kisses fed the slow burn of an ever-growing flame.”
“He nodded, looking across the room at the sea of photographers and journalists. The microphones spread around him like birds waiting to be fed.”