“My subconscious is like the ocean, only deeper and less polluted.”
“How much deeper would the ocean be if sponges didn’t live there?”
“It has come to my attention, that air pollution is polluting the air!”
“Bing Crosby and those fellows promised to love deeper than the ocean and higher than the stars for eternity. But who can sustain that kind of emotion for a month, or a year--much less forever? The song ends, the feeling fades, and they’re onto the next pretty girl.”
“I wonder how much deeper the ocean would be without sponges soaking up so much water.”
“For a long time, my subconscious rested in a dark place, ticking through memories like a jukebox selecting a record...”