As much as I want to make love to you, I’d rather make love to your clone.

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

In a depression, I’d imagine rich people try to dress like they’re poor, and poor people try to dress like they’re rich. As for me, I try to dress exactly like my clone would.

I suppose if you take one part asshole and mix one part drugs, then stir in too much money for a man’s own good, this is the kind of crazy gravy you end up with.

Question for your life: If Socrates had a clone, would he advise that clone to know thy self, or to know myself, with myself in this case being himself?

I like a man who pauses to reflect, while pausing in the mirror to reflect. I can imagine that such a man would look exactly like my clone.

My name is Sam (my name is Am), and I am my own fan. I’m a clone of Jarod Kintz, and he supports my message.

I’m the kind of guy who puts other people first. Particularly if there’s danger up ahead. Now I’m not saying I’m any more cowardly than the next man, unless that next man is any other...

Who’d cum first, you or your clone? To find out, why don’t you go fuck yourself?

I killed my clone. It’s not murder, it’s partial suicide. I want a stiff drink, but not alcohol. I want formaldehyde.

I killed my clone and I hid his body behind every mirror I’ll ever step in front of. I’m always surprised to see him, and I never fail to brush his teeth or gaze at...

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...

Better a soulless clone… than a souled roach.

I am my own clone. I’m not who I was yesterday, but then again I am.

Question for your life: Would you rather be the first female U.S. President, the first woman to walk on the moon, or the first woman to be courted by two clones who looked like Christian...

The fastest way for me to achieve self-improvement is with The Opponent Apparatus (my clone).

I object to that object that’s made of bronze and shaped like my clone. It should be made of gold, and shaped like me.

Question for your life: Let’s say we’re making love on the moon, and my clone decides to show up. Would you tell either me or him to get lost?

I Love Jenn” jacket. Two girls, one continuous love. The I Love Jennifer is a little off-center, but then so am I. Better than being self-centered, as my clone would probably say.

Like I live with my clone: with many pats on the back, accompanied by high flattery.

Do I look like someone you know? Well you don’t know me, so why don’t you go bother my clone? And if you do see my clone, tell him I should have made an omelet...

O amor se acumulou dentro de mim assumindo o volume arquitetural de diversos clones, cada um com sensibilidades e inteligências próprias.

Hi, I’m from the future, and I’m here to destroy you.” But that is irrational. The future me isn’t out to destroy me, because the me of my past already did a thorough job demolishing...

If somebody wanted me dead, I’d try to convince them to wait 25 years, for technology to arrive, so they can go kill my clone. It’s a win-win for me and them, but not for...

I want to find myself as a person, and I’ve enlisted the help of my clone to aid me in this. It’s like finding Waldo, except I’m only half wearing the red and white sweater,...

How to duplicate yourself: hang out with the same people and say the same things all the time. The you of today is a clone of the you from yesterday.

Out of all the guys she could love, I am two of them. But she chose my clone over me and that hurts. And it feels good.

If you love me, wait until you meet my clone!

I’d like to let another person reveal my personality, and I’d like this person to be my clone. My clone would see me from the inside, as well as the outside.

To take another person’s life for personal gain is the most selfish act imaginable. Especially when that other person is your clone.

Agatha and I rode off towards the sunset together. On a unicycle. Two bodies, one wheel, one seat, one love. And tomorrow Agatha’s clone and I will ride off towards the sunrise together. On a...

My face and body are not my essence. My actions, ideas, and ideals are the stuff of me. My clone will have my face and body, but he won’t be me.

I’d be afraid of a man with two shadows, because that man is my clone, and he probably wants to kill me.

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...

If I were alone with my clone, and we were enjoying each others’ solitude, I’d have finally have met a man with whom I could hold a conversation consisting entirely of the repetitive response, “Yes,...

Dolly,” because not only is the Everyman a sheep, but he’s also a clone. They all think alike and act alike.

I haven’t been feeling like myself lately. No, I’ve been feeling like my clone.

Who inspires me to write? My clone. I just want him to appreciate me as a person.

Feel free to become a slave to your own clone. And mine. Remember, you can never have too many lovers who look exactly the same as me.

What if a statue of me walked past my clone frozen in thought? Which one of the two would make a better quarterback than Geno Smith?

We’re all trying to come to terms with our mortality. Well, except for me, because I plan to live forever through the miracle of cloning.

I’ll make a name for myself, after I make a copy of myself. The key to a productive life is cloning.

It’s my birthday, who could be calling me? Probably my clone, wondering why he hasn’t been born yet.

How do you know you are who you are? How do you know you’re not simply a clone of who you think you are?

Can you ever really say you know anybody—your clone included? Still, if my clone’s birthday were coming up, I’d only shop Buy One Get One Free deals.

I feel like I could be the best, but I’m not going to openly admit that. At least not to any of my clones.

I’m thinking of moving my cloning factory to someplace less visible, like in front of a fogged mirror.

It must be awful to be on a team with a superstar, someone much better than everyone else. At least that’s how my teammates must feel about me. But who cares? They’re just my clones.

I have assigned myself a Hooray Factor of five. This is the top level, and is the only level that has a physical representation—that of a high five. But don’t try to give me a...

Most people have a list of 100 books to read before they die, or 100 places to visit. Not me. I have a list of 100 birthdays to see. No need to write them down,...