In the future.” But how’d I know I’d show up, and not my clone posing as me?

I know what it means to be alone, especially in a large group of clones.

During conversation, I have no problem making eye contact—with myself in the mirror. Or with my clone, if he’s not rolling his eyes because he knows what I’m going to say.

My goal is to have the most and the best of what I desire. And since I desire clones, I have to be the best me first.

I want to drown in all the ink used to write positive things about my clone and how great he is.

My girlfriend has two aliases. Clones aside, it’s the only time I’ve ever felt like I was cheating on one person with the same person.

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.

Love one person at a time, that’s the motto I’ll try to get my clones to live by.

Before I’ll take my clone on as a pupil in the craft of writing, he must prove his worthiness. He must write 100 thoughts down, of which 10 might be interesting. If he’s done that,...

The future seems so crowded to me. All I see is me, me, me, me, me and a million other clones of myself.

A clone would make a great birthday gift, because it’s the only gift that keeps on giving. At least it’d better give me a birthday present every year. It owes its life to me.

Is talking to your clone like talking to yourself, talking to someone else, both, or in the middle?

I think it’s important to set goals for myself, goals for the future, goals that I’ll demand my clones achieve for me.

When I see a poor person I think of me, and then I think, maybe I should pay my clones for all the work they do for me. Then I think, nah, they’re only slaves....

My baseball team is called the I Ams. Just me and my clones on the roster. We’re devastating. Well, at least I am.

I couldn’t steal an idea. Not even if my clone came up with it. But I could steal your heart—even if my clone had it stored in a cryogenic freezer.

He’ll think I’ll do it, he’ll act like I’ll do it, and so I will do it. But if he will think differently, maybe I will act differently. But I know me, I know him,...

I’d say my writing voice is original, and I don’t think you’ll find another quite like it. This makes me sad, because when all my clones arrive sometime in the future, their only hope is...

I put the men in mental. Well, me and my clones do. Alone I just put in the man.

I want to give the gift of life—to myself, in the form of my clone. So I’ll be giving myself myself, and I’ll be grateful—and so will I.

I see things in windows and I say to myself that I want them. I want them because I want to belong. I want to be liked by more people, I want to be held...

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

My clones better not wear invisible cloaks. How am I supposed to find myself as a person if I can’t even find my clones?

You can’t put a price tag on human life. But if you could, I’d demand coupons for clones.

Do I own my soul, or would two of my clones?

If somebody kills me, at least I won’t be accused of murder. Well, assuming all my clones have alibis.

Writing all day every day is good, but it’s not good enough. You need to have your clone ghostwriting for you too.

Not many men will love you like me. Of course, I’m not many men. I’m just several men. Or I will be, once my clones arrive.

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,...

I boasted that I bested the best, and I did. I beat my clone. In my dream, of course, but who cares? It’s still a victory.

Gar taldin ni jaonyc; gar sa buir, ori’wadaasla. (Nobody cares who your father was, only the father you’ll be.) – Mandalorian saying

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.

If I had my clone take a test for me, it’s likely I’d misspell my own name. And I’m terrible at remembering people’s names—even if that person is me.

Every man has a soul, but will every man’s clone have a soul? No, because me and some scientists will have sucked them out in the lab. Why sell your soul to the devil, when...

world’s sexiest man” if the planet were populated entirely by my clones.

If I walked in on two of my clones having sex, I’d think it was gay, incestuous, and just plain rude to have not invited me.

My clone will have my mind, but I don’t mind. Two heads are better than one—especially when those two are one and the same.

Sometimes he’d dream of hunting for Adam the Usurper twenty years in the future, or of Doctor Simmons sending Aero to burrow into his head and steal his most secret thoughts and desires.

I’m a competitor, and I welcome competition. My ideal matchup would be the best versus the best, or more concretely, me versus my clone. I don’t know if he’d beat me or if I’d beat...

If you had a clone, and you weren’t wearing perfume and your clone was, I’d automatically think your clone was more attractive.

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.

Shakespeare asked what’s in a name. Well, each of my clones won’t be named the same as me, but they’ll be me and just as sweet.

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.

Making money for my clones, now that’s what I call self-enrichment. Having all my clones working for me, working for free, and enriching me, now that’s what I call social progress. Ah, but that’s life,...

I want to win an award that doesn’t exist yet. Well, I want my clone to win it, and that’s almost the same thing—and he also doesn’t exist yet, so it’s perfect.

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.

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...

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....

I’m going on vacation, and I’m leaving my clone in charge. I’ll be gone, but I’ll be here.

I am different, just like everyone else. And as such, I celebrate by being the same. The world won’t see a truly unique person until the first human clone arrives.