I think of football as a sport the way ducks think of hunting as a sport.
BILL WATTERSONSomeday, 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.
More Bill Watterson Quotes
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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.
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Hobbes: Jump! Jump! Jump! I win! Calvin: You win? Aaugghh! You won last time! I hate it when you win! Aarrggh! Mff! Gnnk! I hate this game! I hate the whole world! Aghhh!
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For me, it’s been liberating to put myself in the mind of a fictitious six year-old each day, and rediscover my own curiosity.
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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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It’s psychosomatic. You need a lobotomy. I’ll get a saw.
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You know, Hobbes, some days even my lucky rocket ship underpants don’t help.
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With each decision, we tell ourselves and the world who we are. Think about what you want out of this life, and recognize that there are many kinds of success.
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Hobbes: Do you think there’s a God? Calvin: Well, somebody’s out to get me!
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Never argue with a six-year-old who shaves.
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Animals aren’t conditional about friendships. Animals like you just the way you are. They listen to your problems, they comfort you when you’re sad, and all they ask in return is a little kindness.
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The strips I admire go farther than a gag a day, and take us into a special world.
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I’m a misunderstood genius.” “What’s misunderstood?” “Nobody thinks I’m a genius.
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People think it must be fun to be a super genius, but they don’t realize how hard it is to put up with all the idiots in the world.
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Childhood is for spoiling adulthood.
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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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