I don’t think I’d have been in such a hurry to reach adulthood if I’d known the whole thing was going to be ad-libbed.
BILL WATTERSONYou have the Swiss Army Knife of mental tools, and it’s going to come in handy all the time.
More Bill Watterson Quotes
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I think nighttime is dark so you can imagine your fears with less distraction.
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Calvin the zombie searches for food. Horribly, the undead feed upon the living! …Although, in a pinch, a PBJ will do, if you eat it messily enough.
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The truth is, most of us discover where we are headed when we arrive.
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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.
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I hate to think that all my current experiences will someday become stories with no point.
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It’s surprising how hard we’ll work when the work is done just for ourselves.
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It’s going to be a grim day when the world is run by a generation that doesn’t know anything but what it’s seen on TV.
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Ah, the life of a newspaper cartoonist – how I miss the groupies, drugs and trashed hotel rooms!
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Calvin: Life’s a lot more fun when you aren’t responsible for your actions.
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Now if a joke is in bad taste or it’s not funny, okay, that’s awhole different thing, but how you craft a joke is really what the writer’s job is, and I don’t think that technique should be subject to any editorial constraints.
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Since September it’s just gotten colder and colder. There’s less daylight now, I’ve noticed too. This can only mean one thing – the sun is going out. In a few more months the Earth will be a dark and lifeless ball of ice. Dad says the sun isn’t going out.
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Rainy days should be spent at home with a cup of tea and a good book.
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A box of new crayons! Now they’re all pointy, lined up in order, bright and perfect. Soon they’ll be a bunch of ground down, rounded, indistinguishable stumps, missing their wrappers and smudged with other colors. Sometimes life seems unbearably tragic.
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But Calvin is no kind and loving god! He’s one of the old gods! He demands sacrifice!
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Calvin: 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.
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