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I keep forgetting that rules are only for little nice people.
Bill WattersonBill Watterson I don’t care a straw for your newspaper articles, my constituents don’t know how to read, but they can’t help seeing them damned pictures.
Boss TweedBoss Tweed It’s surprising how hard we’ll work when the work is done just for ourselves.
Bill WattersonBill Watterson I was a disabled child. So, people made fun of me, don’t pretend like this never happens. But at the same time, I never cried about it. I never got sad about it.
Brad WilliamsBrad Williams 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.
Bill WattersonBill Watterson Creating a life that reflects your values and satisfies your soul is a rare achievement.
Bill WattersonBill Watterson I suppose if we couldn’t laugh at things that don’t make sense, we couldn’t react to a lot of life.
Bill WattersonBill Watterson It’s hard to be religious when certain people are never incinerated by bolts of lightning.
Bill WattersonBill Watterson Dad, how do soldiers killing each other solve the world’s problems?
Bill WattersonBill Watterson MOMMMM, I’m thirsty… What’s this, just water?
Bill WattersonBill Watterson We were dirt poor but we had each other. We didn’t need much to have a lot.
Brad NeatonBrad Neaton Always show kindness and love to others. Your words might be filling the empty places in someone else heart.
Alexander KandovAlexander Kandov One quick sip of your memory I let it slip, and I go on without you.
Emma SchippersEmma Schippers If the scars on my heart were visible to the naked eye, maybe you’d think twice about inflicting more.
Laura Natoli-KearneyLaura Natoli-Kearney I am getting better at forgetting you. I am slowly but steadily learning the art of forgetting you.
Juana GarciaJuana Garcia Paper and pen petrify me, for they pierce right through me, drawing deep blue blood, leaving me utterly cold.
Shreya JoshiShreya Joshi