Matt Haig Quotes

The appetite grows for what it feeds on.

I want a cheeseburger so badly, but I have to be a vampire in a few weeks.

Ice cream is my vice.

Sometimes you get hungrier when you taste it.

When you're hungry, everything tastes good.

I've a very sweet tooth. Wish I didn't.

Once you taste the sweet honey, you want more of that.

It's terrible, once you've got a man into your blood!" she said.

The belly is an ungrateful wretch, it never remembers past favors, it always wants more tomorrow.

There's no such thing as addiction, there's only things that you enjoy doing more than life.

Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin.

Collecting is like sex; satisfaction renews and creates new appetites.

when you want something so desperately, you shake with the need for it. you tell yourself that you don't need more than one sip, because it's just the taste you crave, and once it's on your tongue you will be able to make it last alifetime. you dream of it at night. you see a thousand mile-high obstacles between where you stand and what you want, and you convince yourself you have the power to hurdle them. you tell yourself this even when, leaping the first block, you wind up bruised and bloodied and flattened.

I would eat my way into perdition to taste you.

When you can stop you don't want to, and when you want to stop, you can't.

No matter how much you consumed, you would not have your fill.

I am the slave of those who hunger and thirst after me and treat everything else as unimportant.

You get no thanks from your belly-it always forgets what you've just done for it and comes begging again the next day.

So it persists, for many of us, hunger channeled into some internal circuitry of longing, routed this way and that, emerging in a thousand different forms. The diet form, the romance form, the addiction form, the overriding hunger for this purchase or that job, this relationship or that one. Hunger may be insatiable by nature, it may be fathomless, but our will to fill it, our often blind tenacity in the face of it, can be extraordinary.

The possession of a camera can inspire something akin to lust. And like all credible forms of lust, it cannot be satisfied.

He's not the relationship kind or so I hear." "And do you want a relationship?" I asked her. "No." She laughed, dabbing her fry. "But I have a feeling with someone like him, you get one taste and you will always want more." "Sort of like crack?" Jacob suggested. "Or Cheetos," Brit supplied.

Desire grows by what it feeds on.

She thought she was independent and strong, but she got one small taste of love and she was hungrier than anyone. She was ravenous.