hunger/desire

Not the weight of the body but the fact of the body. Not the shape of the body but the needs of the body. How inconvenient to be made up of desire. Even now, want rises up in me like a hot oil. I want so much that it scares me. I don’t know what I’m made of; I wish I did. That I could gut myself like a fish or a fruit.

- Abject Permanence - Larissa

I can tell you're admiring my febrility. I know it's appealing, I practice at it; every woman loves an invalid. But be careful. You might do something destructive: hunger is more basic than love. Florence Nightingale was a cannibal you know.

- Margaret Atwood, The Edible Woman

The body has needs. The blood has wants.

- roachpatrol

Eat me. Eat me up like cream pudding. Take me in. Take me. Take.

-Anne Sexton, “Anna Who Was Mad”

Death makes me hungry. Maybe it’s because I’ve been emptied; or maybe it’s the body’s way of seeing to it that I remain alive, continue to repeat its bedrock prayer: I am, I am. I am, still.

I want to go to bed, make love, right now.

I think of the word relish.

I could eat a horse.

-Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale