Clone Quotes

“If you choose to be fearless, then be fearlessly authentic not an imitation of someone you envy.”
― Shannon L. Alder

“Better a soulless clone... than a souled roach.”
― David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas

“The way to be invisible - is to truly be imaginary. But since you cannot imagine yourself, you have to clone your imagination into being an image of yourself. Imagine that.”
― Will Advise, Nothing is here...

“Honestly, I'd rather be anywhere else. Even home, where my dad begins almost every conversation with, "You should lose the black clothes and wear something with color." Puh-lease. Like I want to look like every Barbie clone in Hell High, a.k.a. Oklahoma's insignificant Haloway High School. Ironically, Dad doesn't appreciate the bright blue streaks in my originally blond/now-dyed-black hair. Go figure. That's color, right?”
― Gena Showwalter

“Quantas vezes troquei de pele? Quantos exoesqueletos abandonei pelo caminho? Quantos clones siameses de mim em mim eu sacrifiquei em nome de minha sobrevivência?! Eu durmo com fantasmas e acordo com sombras, o que aconteceu volta em frases ou pesadelos.”
― Filipe Russo, Caro Jovem Adulto

“I suppose if you take one part asshole and mix one part drugs, then stir in too much money for a man’s own good, this is the kind of crazy gravy you end up with.”
― A. Violet End, The Billionaire Who Atoned to Me

“Tristan looked at me with pleading eyes, as though he could forget for one moment how I was programmed to respond to him—how even now upon hearing his confession, I wanted nothing more than to suck his beautiful cock to fulfillment, to straddle him right here on the edge of this roof, to let him fuck every orifice he’d created on my body. I fought back the feelings of lust, wondering if I’d ever truly be myself again, if I’d ever be free of the programming.”
― A. Violet End, The Billionaire Who Atoned to Me

“How would I know which one I was?”
― Karl Pilkington

“What I'll think is that you are clearly, maddeningly not me. It will remind me, again, that you won't be a clone of me; you can be wonderful, a daily delight, but you won't be someone I could have created by myself.”
― Ted Chiang, Stories of Your Life and Others

“It’s better to be individual than a clone of someone else.”
― Fennel Hudson, Fine Things: Fennel's Journal No. 8

“Meus clones sobrevivem à base de canibalismo.”
― Filipe Russo, Caro Jovem Adulto

“O amor se acumulou dentro de mim assumindo o volume arquitetural de diversos clones, cada um com sensibilidades e inteligências próprias.”
― Filipe Russo, Caro Jovem Adulto

“Twins were deified, and sacrificed, in a more savage culture: hypersimilitude was equivalent to the murder of the original, and thus to a pure non-meaning.”
― Jean Baudrillard, Simulacra and Simulation

“Double You by Stewart Stafford

Life can make a twin of you,
When you occupy the same air,
You can't feel them twinning you,
Until your doppelgänger's there.

You're twice the Sapien you were,
Cloned and replicated new fellows,
You're not feeling yourself just now,
Feats and phrases are all echoes.

But if someone seeks out a quote,
You tell them to ask the mirror you,
Only things trumping who you are,
Are you and matching Double You.

© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“Look, that was some weird shit, you dying and then returning from the dead. I know it was no accident that you stopped by the Honky Tonk last time you were in town. You were in trouble, Lisa. I could see it all over your face.” He paused for a gulp of his beer. “You know what you did to me? You got any idea just how fucked up my head has been since you walked out that door?”
― A. Violet End, The Billionaire Who Atoned to Me

“My name is Olivia Braun. I am the only surviving relative to the leaders of Aeropia, a legacy I am not proud of, but one I must set straight before I walk into the next life.
I am not a child. Many have looked at me and thought that. Small and weak, so insignificant, they believed me a frail little girl. I wasn’t. I am a survivor. I’ve lived through more than you can imagine, in a world where two wrongs made a right and deciding which side of the line you stood on was as important as taking your next breath.”
― Clone The Book of Eva D. L. Jackson

“The biologically toxic Mauna Kea Observatories (MKO) are a clone of the biologically toxic nuclear radiation industry that Karen Silkwood was dealing with.”
― Steven Magee

“You could clone Elvis Presley and, while the clone would look identical, it would not have the utterly unique life experiences that made The King who he was. After all that time, effort and expense, the clone might choose to be a gardener instead of a singer! There's also the ethical dilemma of recreating all the genetic problems Elvis had due to his maternal grandparents being first cousins.”
― Stewart Stafford

“Mauna Kea will not be a clone of Standing Rock.”
― Steven Magee

“It won’t be long now.”
Such an odd old holy man, young Scytale thought. Even compared to the smells of disinfectant, medicine, and sickness, he’d always had an odd smell about him.
Sounding compassionate, Yueh said, “There isn’t much we can do.”
Gasping for air, old Scytale croaked out, “A Tleilaxu Master should not be so weak and decrepit. It is . . . unseemly.”
His youthful counterpart tried again to trigger the flow of memories, to squeeze them into his brain by sheer force of will, as he had attempted to do countless times before. The essential past must be in there somewhere, buried deep. But he felt no tickle of possibilities, no glimmer of success. What if they are not there at all? What if something had gone terribly wrong? His pulse pounded as the panic began to rise. Not much time. Never enough time.
He tried to cut off the thought. The body provided a wealth of cellular material. They could create more Scytale gholas, try again and again if necessary. But if his own memories had failed to resurface, why should an identical ghola have any better luck without the guidance of the original?
I am the only one who knew the Master so intimately.
He wanted to shake Yueh, demand to know how he had managed to remember his past. Tears were in full flow now, falling onto the old man’s hand, but Scytale knew they were inadequate. His father’s chest spasmed in an almost imperceptible death rattle. The life-support equipment hummed with more intensity, and the instrument readings fluctuated.

“He’s slipped into a coma,” Yueh reported.
The Rabbi nodded. Like an executioner announcing his plans, he said, “Too weak. He’s going to die now.”
Scytale’s heart sank. “He has given up on me.” His father would never know if he succeeded now; he would perish wondering and worrying. The last great calamity in a long line of disasters that had befallen the Tleilaxu race.
He gripped the old man’s hand. So cold, too cold. He felt the life ebbing. I have failed!
As if felled by a stunner, Scytale dropped to his knees at the bedside. In his crashing despair, he knew with absolute certainly that he could never resurrect the recalcitrant memories. Not alone. Lost! Forever lost! Everything that comprised the great Tleilaxu race. He could not bear the magnitude of this disaster. The reality of his defeat sliced like shattered glass into his heart.
Abruptly, the Tleilaxu youth felt something changing inside, followed by an explosion between his temples. He cried out from the excruciating pain. At first he thought he was dying himself, but instead of being swallowed in blackness, he felt new thoughts burning like wildfire across his consciousness. Memories streamed past in a blur, but Scytale locked onto each one, absorbing it again and reprocessing it into the synapses of his brain. The precious memories returned to where they had always belonged.
His father’s death had opened the barriers. At last Scytale retrieved what he was supposed to know, the critical data bank of a Tleilaxu Master, all the ancient secrets of his race.
Instilled with pride and a new sense of dignity, he rose to his feet. Wiping away warm tears, he looked down at the discarded copy of himself on the bed. It was nothing more than a withered husk. He no longer needed that old man.”
― Brian Herbert, Sandworms of Dune

“For the disabled, the USA is well along the path to being a clone of Nazi Germany.”
― Steven Magee

“He didn't lose his mind. Someone stole it.”
― Steven M. Nedeau, Memory Reborn

“A clone is not a child, not a twin, not a narcissistic reflection; rather, it is the materialization of a double by genetic means - in other words, the abolition of all otherness and of the entire imaginary sphere.”
― Jean Baudrillard, The Transparency of Evil: Essays in Extreme Phenomena

“We’re all ultimately incompatible. If I were to meet my exact clone, it would just be a matter of time before I and me would go our separate ways.”
― Brant Hansen, Blessed Are the Misfits: Great News for Believers who are Introverts, Spiritual Strugglers, or Just Feel Like They're Missing Something

“我們只是培育了他們的後備，等着，等到需要的時候，就用得着了。汽車的行李箱中有後備胎，沒有人知道它會替換四隻原來車胎中的哪一隻。但是四隻在使用中的車胎，一定會有一隻變壞⋯足球隊都有後備隊員，也沒有人會知哪一個正式球員會出毛病。後備放在那裏，用得到，就用，用不到，也沒有損失，因為我們已累積了相當的經驗，要培育一個後備，並不是甚麼難事。”
― 倪匡, 後備