“I want to create a cologne that smells like a whisper. It’ll be for all the secret admirers out there.”

“I have a secret secret admirer. Not only is her identity a secret—but so is the fact that she admires me.
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“I have a whisper like a zipper. Your secret is safe in my pants.”

“I want to write a short story where the protagonist is a globe, and all the secondary, or “flat” characters, are all maps. It’ll be a story about boundaries.”

“People talk of the “whispering wind.” But what are these secrets of the breeze? I don’t know, but I don't want a gossip to stand downwind of me.”

“I want to mass produce wretchedness. An unsatisfactory factory. Then I want to produce cologne and stench—at different ends of the production line. So it would be an olfactory factory.”

“I want to steal 100 years. If I get caught, it’ll be the trial of the century.”