An empty stomach is the Devil's playground.
The moonlight shows us for what we really are. We are not among the living, and so we cannot die. But neither are we dead. For too long I've been parched of thirst and unable to quench it. Too long I've been starving to death and haven't died. I feel nothing. Not the wind on my face nor the spray of the sea. Nor the warmth of a woman's flesh.
— If only we had a horse.
— Or a pig.
— You can't ride a pig.
— No, but we can roast it... with carrots, parsnip and apples.
— Merlin...
— No, you're right. We won't waste those apples. We'll put them in a pie.
— Stop it.
Why the government got to lie to get money?
What the federal reserve gotta take from me,
What should I be fighting for another country?
Have you seen my city? Motherfucker, we're hungry.
A hungry man is an angry man.
Hunger is the best sauce.
Only twice in the whole day had she tasted a morsel: she had eaten a little paste at the bookbinder's, and in one of the taverns she had found a sausage skin on the floor, near the counter that was all. If she had been a human being she would have certainly thought:
"No, it is impossible to live like this! I must shoot myself!"