I want to be the first and second man to dance on the moon. No, I won’t moonwalk. But I will Cha Cha—with my clone.
My new book is going well. It’s practically writing itself! Actually, what I mean is I’m not writing it, my clone is.
I just think TV is becoming more and more interesting in a way. Films are more and more derivative, you know, whether it's 'Transformers 2' or 'Shrek 5', or it's yet another iteration of another kind of clone of something else. It's a bit depressing ...
Only strong women, and they seem to be rare, can handle a frank and direct woman who doesn't sweet-talk or need others to nerve her. You can identify the easily intimidated because they need a gaggle of like-minded clones to back them up when they fe...
Choose the life you want to live, But be sure not be a clone. It's way too hard to follow others, When the instincts aren't your own. You have don't have to face life with a fight, No need to approach everything with a roar. For if you can inspire si...
I’d rather be me being me than me trying to be my own clone. I try to stay true to who I am as a person, not a genetically modified being.
I wouldn’t even be the “world’s sexiest man” if the planet were populated entirely by my clones.
To enslave an individual troubles your consciences, Archivist, but to enslave a clone is no more troubling than owning the latest six-wheeler ford, ethically. Because you cannot discern our differences, you assume we have none. But make no mistake: e...
I want a billion people to know my name as well as they know their own. I want to clone myself to fame.
Love means more to me than you’ll ever know. Well, unless the person reading this is my clone. But then my question is: what are you doing reading? Get back to work, slave, and make me some money.
I told the Nicks I had to nix their idea. I mean it’s silly. Why would I name all my clones Nick Name? If I did that, what would their nicknames be?
I tried picking my nose once, but I was too indecisive. I would tell you I love you, but I can’t decide if maybe I’m not really in love with your clone.
Love me for me, not for how much I resemble my clones, or how handsome they are, or how brilliant they are, or how much you want to have sex with all of them, at once, in my basement, while I film.
Can you be in love with more than one person and only one person at the same time? Yes, if you’re in love with two clones.
All the letters from A to Z couldn’t express what you mean to me. Not without cloning them and using some over and over
I want to meet a woman named Sherry who only drinks brandy, and a woman named Brandy who only drinks sherry. Then I’ll offer each one of them one magical night of sex with me, in the form of two of my clones.
I saw myself in a piece of glass that wasn’t a mirror. Was that my doppelganger or my clone? Who was that? Who am I? Maybe if I hadn’t been acting like a reverse Peeping Tom, trying to look out into the world, this existential dilemma wouldn’t ...
The future seems so crowded to me. All I see is me, me, me, me, me and a million other clones of myself.
If I had a clone, he’d better be my equal, and not my better. Can you imagine how I’d feel being jealous of myself?
I’d like to file a missing person’s report—on my clone. It’s nearly 2012. He should have been here by now.
Knowing where you come from is just as important as knowing who you aren’t. You aren’t your own clone.
