"I want to write the Boston Marathon of run-on sentences. And since it'll be so long, I'll replace all the commas with the word Gatorade, to help push people through it."
"I want to write a book about shoes that’s full of footnotes."
"I want to create a seventeen-syllable word that encompasses the human condition, and then use that word to form the world’s most perfect haiku."
"I want to be strapped to a table, while a family of chickens argues over who gets to eat my legs."
"I want to write a poem about "Truth,""Honor,""Dignity,"and whether the toilet paper should roll over or under when you pull on it."
"I want to write my own eulogy, and I want to write it in Latin. It seems only fitting to read a dead language at my funeral."