“Mark my words. Someday, somehow, he WILL be back. And upon his return, shake the very foundation of heaven and hell. Irrevocably. Irredeemably. Because that's one bad-ass motherfuckin' bird!”

“This is Poyo. Poyo was exposed to a near-lethal amount of radiation as an egg, during the first stages of a government experiment to create mutant super soldiers--trained in exotic martial arts technique by Tibetan Kung Fu fightin' monks--and given strange bio-enhancements during a rash of farm animal abductions by extra-terrestrials. Nah, just kidding. None of that shit is true. Poyo is just really, really bad ass.”

“Alright, Colby. How we wanna play this? In through the skylight? Side entrance? Sneak in the back?""Are you kidding? Fuck all that shit. Poyo don't sneak.”

“My daily activities are not unusual—I am just naturally in harmony with them,Grasping nothing, discarding nothing,And everyplace there’s no hindrance, no conflict.My supernatural power and marvelous activityIs drawing water and carrying firewood.”

“I learned to write nice as hell. Birds an' stuff like that, too; not just word writin'. My ol' man'll be sore when he sees me whip out a bird in one stroke. Pa's gonna be mad when he sees me do that. He don't like no fancy stuff like that. He don't even like word writin'. Kinda scare 'im, I guess. Ever' time Pa seen writin', somebody took somepin away from 'im.”

“Give me one hundred preachers who fear nothing but sin, and desire nothing but God, and I care not a straw whether they be clergymen or laymen; such alone will shake the gates of hell and set up the kingdom of heaven on Earth.”

“...why is my cat a Muse? the cat has the rare grace of never saying a word too much― Mark Twain ...that's why ...”