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

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

“You’ll drown in my love story, if I ever write it using a fountain pen.”

“I want to gather up all the ink cartridges in the universe, because somewhere, mixed in with all that ink, is the next great American novel. And I’d love nothing more than to drink it.”

“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.”

“A brick could be used as an identifier, for all those people with no real identities. I’m talking about clones, because just like bricks, each clone is exactly like the next. 
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“My new book is going well. It’s practically writing itself! Actually, what I mean is I’m not writing it, my clone is.”