“My soul is invisible, like an anorexic’s dinner, but it sure enhances how I feel about my body.”

“My soul left my body, and my body left my clothes and went streaking through the streets.”

“I had an out-of-body experience so strange that it felt normal. You see, my soul, or essence, had left my body and went and inhabited the body of my clone. So I wasn’t in my body, and yet I was. Or maybe none of that happened, and I was just in a delirious, sleep-deprived state.”

“I am upset. I have reservations about dinner for two at 8:00. I have reservations about my reservations.”

“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?”

“I asked possible witnesses about the invisible man shaped like a whisper, and nobody saw or heard anything. Which means he was there, and he is probably my father.”

“I wish my stove came with a Save As button like Word has. That way I could experiment with my cooking and not fear ruining my dinner.”