“They’ll know who the brains of the operation was when they see me smash my clone’s skull on the concrete.”

“My hero’s hero is not necessarily my hero, unless my clone’s hero is my clone’s clone.”

“Every man has a soul, but will every man’s clone have a soul? No, because me and some scientists will have sucked them out in the lab. Why sell your soul to the devil, when you can sell your clone’s soul?”

“A clone’s most valuable function would be as a gift giver, because who else but you knows exactly what you want? Only your clone. And besides being the perfect gift, it’d also be a surprise, because it’s not like you bought your own gift.”

“If my skull were made of glass, I wouldn’t want you to see my thoughts, so I’d fear going bald.”

“Shakespeare asked what’s in a name. Well, each of my clones won’t be named the same as me, but they’ll be me and just as sweet.”

“He was thoughtless, not because he was insensitive, but because I had just eaten his brain and his skull was empty.”