He would stay here until the water was gone or hunger drove him on.

Perhaps hunger was driving more people out of their homes.

He had to go out; hunger alone drove him from the safety of his room.

His natural, male hunger had driven him to reach out for her.

I was hungry, and the hunger drove me outside into the rain.

Sometimes, the servants said, he would not eat for several days after the man was gone but his hunger always drove him to it.

In the morning, hunger drove him to the banquet hall.

Still, insatiable hunger for knowledge more than blood or even justice drove her, and here she was.

It was a grim and nasty business, but hunger drove him.

He read until hunger drove him to a neighborhood deli.