"In the paintings where it's there—the tenderness—I work for it. I'm not afraid of it. If I could put my bleeding heart in there, I would."
"I had been able to see death edging toward The Legend for almost a year but was powerless to stop it. Ultimately, The Legend succumbed due to injuries sustained during an attack by a band of vicious Vegan rebels. No amount of wobbling could have stopped these guys. They wanted it too bad. I guess our last hope would have been Torpedoboy but, by the time he got there, The Legend was leaking moundmeat in about sixty-two places."
- Trenton Doyle Hancock