Come, our stomachs
Will make what's homely savory.

Come, our stomachs
Will make what's homely savory.

Oliver Twist has asked for more.

Oliver Twist has asked for more.

I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how read more

I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all.

Hunger that persuades to evil.
[Lat., Malesuada fames.]

Hunger that persuades to evil.
[Lat., Malesuada fames.]

So hungry I could eat a horse

So hungry I could eat a horse

I suspect that hunger was my mother.
[Lat., Famem fuisse suspicor matrem mihi.]

I suspect that hunger was my mother.
[Lat., Famem fuisse suspicor matrem mihi.]

Truth isn't always beauty, but the hunger for it is.

Truth isn't always beauty, but the hunger for it is.

They that die by famine die by inches.

They that die by famine die by inches.

Hunger is insolent, and will be fed.

Hunger is insolent, and will be fed.