I'm disappointed. I don't care about Will Smith, I don't want to.
All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
Guys all want something beyond what they're being given - in every facet of life.
Everyone says my family are so lucky to be surrounded by so many sweet treats, but to be honest, the novelty has worn off for the kids.
Panging is the kind of sharp pain you feel inside when you're reminded of some kind of unattended need or something that you've neglected.
I can't tell you how much money I waste on plaid shirts, whisky that I hate the taste of, and Moleskine notebooks that I never write in.
Nobody knows what people want.
Longing, for everyone, is always there, isn't it? More intense at some times than others. You get closer to less longing - an odd metaphoric phrasing, I realize - then, you are further and longing more than ever again.
The pains of disconcerted or frustrated habits, and the inherent pleasure there is in following them, are motives which nature has put into our wills without generally caring to inform us why; and she sometimes decrees, indeed, that her reasons shall not be ours.
A boy's appetite grows very fast, and in a few moments the queer, empty feeling had become hunger, and the hunger grew bigger and bigger, until soon he was as ravenous as a bear.
I try every day and every night to find a movie or a TV show that I can watch, but I just can't make it past ten minutes of anything.
It's very hard to concentrate when your stomach's rumbling.
