A shadow is midnight’s whisper, I thought as I shouted at my invisible clone. Killing your own clone is the only time you could commit murder and suicide at the same time by killing just one person.

“Can you tell by where my eyes are looking what I’m thinking? Hint: I’m staring …”

“I want to go back to weighing 165 pounds. Let me take off my clothes.”

“Even my underwear is art. It's like a splatter painting in yellow I call “Crust…”

“I want a Snuggle Sandwich—hold the pickle. Make it a combo and upsize it.”