She by her nature is cruel, so vicious she never can sate her voracious will, but, feasting well, is hungrier than before.

Forbid her anything and it became her heart’s desire.

She was terrified of everything, and terrified to show it.

Although she would sooner have given up thinking than eating, she resented being pushed into depriving herself of either.

She came into the world fierce and stubborn and then she learned to hate.

Her shame and fierceness were blended.

She hates everything that is not what she longs for.

Her eyes were narrowed as if they were endlessly trying to exclude most of what they saw.

Nothing,” she said, “upsets me more than being hungry; I snarl and snap and burst into tears.

But she makes hungry
Where she most satisfies...

"Are you so very hungry?" asked Dorothy, in wonder. "You can hardly imagine the size of my appetite," replied the Tiger, sadly. "It seems to fill my whole body, from the end of my throat to the tip of my tail. I am very sure the appetite doesn't fit me, and is too large for the size of my body. Some day, when I meet a dentist with a pair of forceps, I'm going to have it pulled." "What, your tooth?" asked Dorothy. "No, my appetite," said the Hungry Tiger.

My actions are ruled by appetite, passion, prejudice, greed, love, fear, environment, habit, and the worst of these tyrants is habit.

The jaws of power are always open to devour, and her arm is always stretched out, if possible, to destroy the freedom of thinking, speaking, and writing.

Hunger whets everything, especially Suspicion and Indignation.