“Sleepwalking?” “Nightmare?” “Homicidal psycho jungle cat!”

You can drag my body to school but my spirit refuses to go.

That’s the difference between me and the rest of the world. Happiness isn’t good enough for me! I demand euphoria!

There is not enough time to do all the nothing we want to do.

At that time, we turn around and say, yes, this is obviously where I was going all along. It’s a good idea to try to enjoy the scenery on the detours, because you’ll probably take a few.

Ms. Wormwood: Calvin, can you tell us what Lewis and Clark did? Calvin: No, but I can recite the secret superhero origin of each member of Captain Napalm’s Thermonuclear League of Liberty.

If people looked at the stars each night, they’d live a lot differently. When you look into infinity, you realize that there are more important things than what people do all day.

Hello Dad! It is now three in the morning. Do you know where I am?

All the new media will inevitably change the look, function, and maybe even the purpose of comics, but comics are vibrant and versatile, so I think they’ll continue to find relevance one way or another. But they definitely won’t be the same as what I grew up with.

The strips I admire go farther than a gag a day, and take us into a special world.

There are no restrictions of taste, approach, or subject matter. The gatekeepers are gone, so the prospect for new and different voices is exciting. Or at least it will be if anyone reads them.

Calvin: Trick or treat! Adult: Where’s your costume? What are you supposed to be? Calvin: I’m yet another resource-consuming kid in an overpopulated planet.

Life is full of surprises, but never when you need one.

I’d hate to have a kid like me.

I know the world isn’t fair, but why isn’t it ever unfair in my favor?

I think of football as a sport the way ducks think of hunting as a sport.

My whole problem is that my lips move when I think.

What’s a joy to the one is a nightmare to the other.

There is no liberation to compare with freeing oneself from the illusions and delusions of the age in which one lives.

We’ve painted ourselves into a corner where the only choice is real nightmare – triage, epidemic disease, famine, fascism, the collapse of human rights – or a leap to an entirely different level. We’ve taken business-as-usual off the menu. Now only the extreme possibilities loom.

I’m a very simple man. You’ve got to have, like, a computer nowadays to turn the TV on and off… and the nightmare continues.

If sometimes dreams come true, what of our nightmares?

I rebounded the ball and passed it – to the wrong team! They scored at the buzzer and we lost the game. To this day, I still have nightmares!

I’m every woman’s dream and every man’s nightmare.

But I am both nightmare and sin.