Sarah Dunant Quotes

I can't go long without you either, Eva. You're an addiction...my obsession.

Most people have had that feeling of like, being obsessed with someone, and losing self control a bit, and that hopefully humanises addiction a bit.

You're an addiction...my obsession.

I’m addicted to your allure and I’m fiending for a cure.

It is a cursed evil to any man to become as absorbed in any subject as I am in mine.

Every day I tell myself that reading newspapers is a waste of time, but then... I cannot do without them. They are like a drug.

When he was on the streets, I was consumed with Nic. I was obsessed with him to the point that I could barely function.

I think most people can relate to the feeling of love spilling over into obsession.

People who are obsessed amuse me.

'Obsession' has a bad rap.

He was in my hair, my eyes, my fingers, my heart. I day-dreamed about what he was doing, thinking, seeing, smelling, feeling. I could not eat for thoughts of him.

I can't be any more addicted to it than I already am,"Jamie said slowly, as though he'd rehearsed this, and then waiting for a cue Nick obviously had no intention of giving." Think about crack!" Jamie added, clearly struck by insperation. "Yes! It's like I'm a crack addict, and you're my friend the drug dealer who gives me crack for free, and I know you're just trying to be a good friend, but every time I think 'Wow, this crack might be a little bit of a problem for me,' you're there to say, 'Have some more delicious crack.' Am I making sense?" Nick stared."Hardly ever in your life.

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

His embrace was my drug of choice, and as any addict knew, one sampling was way too many and a thousand never enough.

He's like a drug for you, Bella." His voice was still gentle, not at all critical. "I see that you can't live without him now. It's too late. but I would have been healthier for you. Not a drug; I would have been the air, the sun." The corner of my mouth turned up in a wistful half-smile. "I used to think of you that way, you know. Like the sun. My personal sun. You balanced out the clouds nicely for me." He sighed. "The clouds I can handle. But I can't fight with an eclipse.

Meanwhile I'll probably see him again. That's how sick I am.

Yeah. Rose." Jill sighed and stared vacantly ahead. "She's all he sees when he closes his eyes. Flashing dark eyes and a body full of fire and energy. No matter how much he tries to forget her, no matter how much he drinks . . . she's always there. He can't escape her.

He always kept me just on the edge of crazy. Feeling like I wanted him too much, which just made me want him more." "That sounds excruciating.

I wrote like a junkie. I had to have my daily fix.

I'm an addict for underwear.

I'm addicted to Altoids. I call them 'acting pills.'

It is not opium which makes me work but its absence, and in order for me to feel its absence it must from time to time be present.

I think about food literally all day every day. It's a thing.

I do not think that obsession is funny or that not being able to stop one's intensity is funny.