“What if a statue of me walked past my clone frozen in thought? Which one of the two would make a better quarterback than Geno Smith?”

“My clone will have my mind, but I don’t mind. Two heads are better than one—especially when those two are one and the same.”

“My whole life had split in two: Smith and not Smith. I liked the Smith parts of it so much better.”

“I have never got a grip on when the past begins or where it ends, but if cities map the past with statues made from bronze forever frozen in one dignified position, as much as I try to make the past keep still and mind its manners, it moves and murmurs with me through every day.”

“If you drive the same car as me, and have been in a fender bender, I’ll think, “Boy, that’s what my car could look like.” Same with clones. If one of my clones got beat up, I’ll think, “Boy, that could have been me. Better me squared than me.”

“If I walked in on two of my clones having sex, I’d think it was gay, incestuous, and just plain rude to have not invited me.”