"It’s not enough to say the heart wants what it wants. I think of the ravine, the side dark with pines where we lounged through summer days, waiting for something to happen; and of the nights, walking the long way home, the stars so close they seemed to crown us. Once, I asked for your favourite feeling. You said hunger."

it is what it is: hunger. insatiable hunger.
for more, more, more, more, more, more, m o r e


"There’s a calculus to wishing.
It’s all about angles of desire.
If you really want something,
don’t you dare aim for it.
Don’t ever speak its name."