Her face felt like it was scattered in pieces and she could not keep it straight. The feeling was a whole lot worse than being hungry for any dinner, yet it was like that. I want--I want--I want--was all that she could think about--but just what this real want was she did no know.
Carson McCullers (2010). “The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter”, p.52, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt