As you can see, I have memorized this utterly useless piece of information long enough to pass a test question. I now intend to forget it forever.
BILL WATTERSONAs you can see, I have memorized this utterly useless piece of information long enough to pass a test question. I now intend to forget it forever.
BILL WATTERSONShutting off the thought process is not rejuvenating; the mind is like a car battery – it recharges by running.
BILL WATTERSONI’ve always tried to make the strip animated, even when the characters aren’t moving, with expressions or perspectives or some sort of exaggeration.
BILL WATTERSONHold it. You know what I’d like to see? I’d like to see the three bears eat the three little pigs, and then the bears join up with the big bad wolf and eat Goldilocks and Little Red Riding Hood! Tell me a story like that, OK?
BILL WATTERSONCalvin:”It says here that ‘religion is the opiate of the masses.’…what do you suppose that means?” Television: “…it means that Karl Marx hadn’t seen anything yet
BILL WATTERSONI don’t enjoy lettering very much, but that’s the way I write and that belongs in the strip because the strip is a reflection of me.
BILL WATTERSONI’d hate to have a kid like me.
BILL WATTERSONYou know, maybe we don’t need enemies.” “Yeah, best friends aree about all I can take.
BILL WATTERSONIf people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, I’ll bet they’d live a lot differently.
BILL WATTERSONEverybody I know fails the acid test of friendship.
BILL WATTERSONWe all have different desires and needs, but if we don’t discover what we want from ourselves and what we stand for, we will live passively and unfulfilled.
BILL WATTERSONReality continues to ruin my life.
BILL WATTERSONWhen birds burp, it must taste like bugs.
BILL WATTERSONWhen life gives you lemons, chunk it right back.
BILL WATTERSONI don’t think you’ve ever invited me to… Calvin’s Mom: Calvin, what are you doing? Calvin: Nothing, Mom. Go away. Calvin’s Mom: You’re contagious! You can’t have anyone over to play!
BILL WATTERSONCalvin: Look, a dead bird! Hobbes: It must’ve hit a window. Calvin: Isn’t it beautiful? It’s so delicate. Sighhh… once it’s too late, you appreciate what a miracle life is.
BILL WATTERSON