In fact, I think Uncle Fabrice had him convinced that he couldn't sell a cheeseburger to a starving man.
Even so, it was as if a something had been lifted from her chest, allowing the flow of oxygen and blood to a starving brain.
I'm starving, and Rachel is almost ready for that taco seasoning.
What's the purpose of starving yourself?
You're not starving yourself, are you?
"Great, I'm starving," he said.
His people were starving as the planet died, and soon, the Council would realize the planet produced no ore without its rightful ruler.
That she, a starving artist who'd been dragged across the universe because her best friend felt sorry for her, was the key to saving an entire race of people was unimaginable.
Well, I'm starving and if you don't stop that, I will most certainly ruin these eggs and have to start over.
You know, you're not exactly a starving artist.
"Great. I'm starving," he answered in a casual tone.
No. I'm starving right now.
He was starving, teased by the snack-sized drink he'd taken from Jessi.
Their men were practically starving, though their rearguard showed a brave front.
They lived in very different circles, one surrounded by dukes and earls, the other by starving pamphleteers and indexmakers.
News of the fall of Sinkat, where the starving larrison, under Tewfik Bey, made a gallant sortie and was cul~
"You cannot eat my piglets, even if you are starving," declared the little man, in a stern voice.
If politicians are demonstrably good at one thing, it is getting elected, and people who are starving don't normally re-elect their representatives.
If you have no food and are starving, you might invade your neighbor and take his food.
A man is not a good man to me because he will feed me if I should be starving, or warm me if I should be freezing, or pull me out of a ditch if I should ever fall into one.
I require of a visitor that he be not actually starving, though he may have the very best appetite in the world, however he got it.
Who is it that's starving us? shouted Denisov, hitting the table with the fist of his newly bled arm so violently that the table nearly broke down and the tumblers on it jumped about.
So it's you who's starving us to death!
And the cavalry, with spurs and sabers urging on horses that could scarcely move, trotted with much effort to the column presented to them- -that is to say, to a crowd of Frenchmen stark with cold, frost-bitten, and starving--and the column that had been presented to them threw down its arms and surrendered as it had long been anxious to do.