“My subconscious is like the ocean, only deeper and less polluted.”

“Like the ocean I wave. Hello and goodbye are the same, when I talk with my hand.”

“I hate noise pollution. Get that filthy soda can out of my ear!”

“I explore my subconscious the way Cousteau explored the sea: with a scuba tank and a smile.”

“Will I be subtly influenced by what my clone says, or by my own subconscious? Will my thoughts really be mine, or will they be mine—the other me?”

“I kiss like a skyscraper meets the sky, only with less scraping and more vertigo.”

“I floated like driftwood in the ocean. I wasn’t worried about sharks, because my bathtub is much too shallow.”