Reading those turgid philosophers here in these remote stone buildings may not get you a job, but if those books have forced you to ask yourself questions about what makes life truthful, purposeful, meaningful, and redeeming.
BILL WATTERSON[Calvin, who has the chicken pox, calls Susie on the telephone.] Susie: Hello? Calvin: Hi, Susie! It’s me, Calvin! I was wondering if you’d like to come over and play. Susie: Why, sure! Boy,
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Getting an inch of snow is like winning 10 cents in the lottery.
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I like maxims that don’t encourage behavior modification.
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Like delicate lace, so the threads intertwine, oh, gossamer web of wond’rous design! Such beauty and grace wild nature produces… Ughh, look at that spider suck out that bug’s juices!
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Someday, I’d like to meet that little boy… and tell him the awful TRUTH ABOUT THIS PLACE!! Calvin’s Dad: Calvin, be quiet and eat the stupid Lima beans.
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When birds burp, it must taste like bugs.
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I 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!
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Isn’t it sad how some people’s grip on their lives is so precarious that they’ll embrace any preposterous delusion rather than face an occasional bleak truth?
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The problem with the future is that it keeps turning into the present.
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Having an enviable career is one thing. Being a happy person is another
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Hobbes: How come we play war and not peace? Calvin: Too few role models.
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From now on, I’ll connect the dots my own way.
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You know, Hobbes, some days even my lucky rocket ship underpants don’t help.
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When life gives you lemons, chunk it right back.
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What’s the point of wearing your favorite rocket ship underpants if nobody ever asks to see ’em?
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Raised to an alarming extent by Madison Avenue and Hollywood, poised with my cynical and alienated peers to take over the world when you’re old and weak… Am I scary, or what?
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