“My organs seem to remember what it's like to be alive and working. Either way, I feel satiated and don't even feel my hunger; I forget my need to eat entirely. Ben's neck presents itself to me, right under my nose, right next to my mouth, and I can taste the sweat that has coated it like a film, but the urge to bite isn't there at all. All it is is a neck, a human neck, and all I am is a human next to it.”
Book:Woman, Eating