I can never enjoy Sundays, because in the back of my mind I always know I’ve got to go to school the next day. It’s like trying to enjoy your last meal before the execution.
BILL WATTERSONThe problem with the future is that it keeps turning into the present.
More Bill Watterson Quotes
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One of the jokes I really like is that the fantasies are drawn more realistically than reality, since that says a lot about what’s going on in Calvin’s head.
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I’ll bet my autopsy reveals my mouth is too big.
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To invent your own life’s meaning is not easy, but it’s still allowed, and I think you’ll be happier for the trouble.
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I’m not a vegetarian! I’m a dessertarian!
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I’d like to see cartoonists measuring their work by higher standards than how many papers their strips are in and how much money they make.
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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.
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I try to make everyone’s day a little more surreal.
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The secret to enjoying your job is to have a hobby that’s even worse
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I hate to think that all my current experiences will someday become stories with no point.
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You know, Hobbes, some days even my lucky rocket ship underpants don’t help.
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The real fun of living wisely is that you get to be smug about it.
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The world of a comic strip ought to be a special place with its own logic and life… I don’t want the issue of Hobbes’s reality settled by a doll manufacturer.
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Calvin: Medically speaking:. That’s love?!?….. Hobbes: Heck, that happened to me once, but I figured it was cooties!!
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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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I would turn out rough idea after rough idea, and he would veto eighty percent of them. I pretty much prostituted myself for six months but I couldn’t please him, so he sent me packing.
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