“I love her guts”
“Trust her gut? Her gut was currently telling her to run her hands through Tristan’s dark hair.She wasn’t so sure her gut was reliable.”
“I wanted to tell her that being loved is a talent too, that it takes as much guts and as much work as loving; that some people, for whatever reason, never learn the knack ”
“Gut instinct said she was bound to be up to her neck in trouble. She always was. Gut instinct was right”
“There was a time when I thought I loved my first wife more than life itself. But now I hate her guts. I do. How do you explain that? What happened to that love? What happened to it, is what I'd like to know. I wish someone could tell me.”
“I think that I shall never see a poem as lovely as a hot-gushing, butt-cramping, gut hosing orgasm.”