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?

“If my skin wasn’t flesh, but was tinfoil, I’d probably not only be left-handed,…”

“A blanket could be used in a secretive manner. What? I can’t just tell you how …”

“At the end of the universe you’ll find a door labeled “Do Not Enter.” No great …”

“I don’t buy milk cartons for the calcium. I buy them for the portraits. All tho…”