“I keep a large map of the world hanging above my bed. Everybody wants to own land, but I want to own the oceans.”

“I want an ocean job, but they’re hard to land.”

“I want to be my own wedding singer at my own wedding. But first I’ll have to audition.”

“If I were the King’s official mapmaker, I’d also be the second largest landholder (after the King, of course). Would I own the land? Of course—just look at all the official maps.”

“I want to write my own eulogy, and I want to write it in Latin. It seems only fitting to read a dead language at my funeral.”

“I want to own a wind farm. Don’t breathe, or you’ll undermine the price of my crop.”

“In the middle I want to be at the end, at the end I want to be in the beginning, and in the beginning I want to be in bed.”