What matters is hunger. Appetite. In this way I have become what I behold.

At the working man's house hunger looks in but dares not enter.

At the workman's house hunger looks in, but dares not enter

The hunger to win must not die... The appetite has to remain big.

Hunger is the best pickle.

Just about every weekend when I was growing up, we would throw rods and rifles and tents and shovels and pickaxes into the back of the truck and then head off to the side of a mountain or the bottom of a canyon. Hiking, fishing, hunting, rock-hounding: this is how my parents passed the time.