Bill Watterson Quotes - Page 6

Childhood is for spoiling adulthood.

I wonder if you can refuse to inherit the world.

Van Gogh would’ve sold more than one painting if he’d put tigers in them.

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. You’ve taught me nothing except how to cynically manipulate the system. Congratulations.

In the short term, it would make me happy to go play outside. In the long term, it would make me happier to do well at school and become successful. But in the VERY long term, I know which will make better memories.

Calvin: ME TARZAN! KING OF JUNGLE! Suzy: Nice underpants. Does your mom know you're over here like this? Calvin:...I don't think Jane EVER said that to Tarzan.

Leader, bandits at 2 o'clock! Roger; it's only 1:30 now-what'll I do 'til then?

Calvin: Trick or treat! Adult: Where's your costume? What are you supposed to be? Calvin: I'm yet another resource-consuming kid in an overpopulated planet, 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?

If you don't get a goodnight kiss, you get Kafka dreams.

There are no restrictions of taste, approach, or subject matter. The gatekeepers are gone, so the prospect for new and different voices is exciting. Or at least it will be if anyone reads them. And it will be even more exciting if anyone pays for them. It's hard to charge admission without a gate.

Barney's Dad was really bad so Barney hatched a plan when his dad said "Eat your peas." Barney shouted no and ran Barney tricked his mean old dad and locked him in the cellar Barney's Mom never found out where he'd gone, Cause Barney didn't tell her. There his dad spent his life eating mice and gruel With every bite for fifty years he was sorry he'd been cruel

Ah, the life of a newspaper cartoonist - how I miss the groupies, drugs and trashed hotel rooms!

Calvin: Medically speaking:. That's love?!?..... Hobbes: Heck, that happened to me once, but I figured it was cooties!!

I've got to start listening to those quiet, nagging doubts.

CALVIN: This whole Santa Claus thing just doesn't make sense. Why all the secrecy? Why all the mystery? If the guy exists why doesn't he ever show himself and prove it? And if he doesn't exist what's the meaning of all this? HOBBES: I dunno. Isn't this a religious holiday? CALVIN: Yeah, but actually, I've got the same questions about God.

If you can't control your peanut butter, you can't expect to control your life.

People pay more attention when they think you’re up to something.

I've got plenty of common sense! I just choose to ignore it.

Creating a life that reflects your values and satisfies your soul is a rare achievement.

We don't devote enough scientific research to finding a cure for jerks.

I thought my life would seem more interesting with a musical score and a laugh track.

You know, there are times when it's a source of personal pride to not be human.

Even if lives did hang in the balance, it would depend on whose they were.

I keep forgetting that rules are only for little nice people.

I hate to think that all my current experiences will someday become stories with no point.