People crave a conspiracy for the same reason they crave a god.
I crave time in Yosemite like I crave food and water.
I'm not vegetarian. I eat what I crave, but most of the time I don't crave meat.
We don't “crave” animal-based meat, dairy, and eggs, but we do crave fat, salt, flavor, texture, and familiarity.
Chinese no longer crave so much for food and accommodation, but they do crave democracy. I stand by that. I don't know which model China will follow.
People crave comfort, people crave connection, people crave community.
My characters are much more famous than I am, so I don't crave attention; I just crave working and doing good work. Having a feeling of self-worth.
Freedom is not having everything we crave, it's being able to go without the things we crave and being OK with it.
To offset a depersonalized society, consumers crave recognition of their individuality.
For some reason I only crave fruit when I'm in a tropical place - if it's really hot in the summer or if I go to a tropical island for work. But otherwise I really don't crave it.
The characteristic shared by people at the top of their profession is that, to get better, they crave criticism. Most people don't like criticism, but if you are trying to shave two tenths of a second at 800 metres, that is what you crave.
If writers possess a common temperament, it's that they tend to be shy egomaniacs; publicity is the spotlight they suffer for the recognition they crave.
Success, recognition, and conformity are the bywords of the modern world where everyone seems to crave the anesthetizing security of being identified with the majority.
These people have history and I crave history. I crave someone knowing me so well that they can tell what I'm thinking. Jonah Griggs takes my hand under the table and links my fingers with his and I know that I would sacrifice almost anything just to keep this state of mind, for the rest of the week at least.
I watch Raffy as she removes the pickles from her hamburger and hands them over to Santangelo without them exchanging a word and I realize again there is more to that relationship than spelling bees and being enemies. These people have history and I crave history. I crave someone knowing me so well that they can tell what I'm thinking.
When you love someone more than he loves you, you'll do anything to switch the scales. You dress the way you think he'd like you to dress. You pick up his favorite figures of expression. You tell yourself that if you re-create yourself in his image, then he'll crave you in the same way you crave him.