“Then what's a synonym for woman?""Entrails.""You're not very poetic, are you? Well, then, what's the antonym for entrails?""Milk.”
“That’s what they mean by the womb of time: the agony and the despair of spreading bones, the hard girdle in which lie the outraged entrails of events.”
“So would you like to join me for something to eat? (Jericho)As long as it doesn’t involve the entrails of demons, I might be persuaded. (Delphine)Demon entrails have no appeal for me, either. Zeus’s are another matter. (Jericho)”
“Red my memory, red my despair. Red my nights, red my bloody pain. What would I become without you, colour of my entrails?”
“Entrails. No hissing. This is the closest we will ever come to love.”
“Playing a violin is, after all, only scraping a cat's entrails with horsehair.”