“A warm quiet, a gentle quiet; something soft and friendly the might have shared if Angus had gotten over her, or if they had gotten married, but couldn't be sustained the way things were between them now. The comfortable feeling between them burned off like mist with each longing glance Angus took at her, wanting more the way men always wanted more---even, or perhaps especially, men who grew up poor. Angus had spent his whole life wanting, and maybe that's why he kept on wanting Jean-Louise; as a boy he'd never known a full stomach, and as a man he couldn't fee satisfation.”
Book:Children of Promise