“Sated, sated is the earth. All is eaten, drunk up, drained. What is it I lack, hunger and thirst for?”— Karin Boye
“The Consul felt a pang. Ah, to have a horse, and gallop away, singing, away to someone you loved perhaps, into the heart of all the simplicity and peace in the world; was not that like the opportunity afforded by drink?”— Malcolm Lowry