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Heck, what’s a little extortion among friends?
– Bill Watterson
Getting an inch of snow is like winning 10 cents in the lottery.
It’s not denial. I’m just selective about the reality I accept.
Know what’s weird? Day by day, nothing seems to change. But pretty soon, everything’s different.
Sometimes I think the surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that none of it has tried to contact us.
Things are never quite as scary when you’ve got a best friend.
I liked things better when I didn’t understand them.
Mothers are the necessity of invention.
We all have different desires and needs, but if we don’t discover what we want from ourselves and what we stand for, we will live passively and unfulfilled.
If people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, I’ll bet they’d live a lot differently.
Shutting off the thought process is not rejuvenating; the mind is like a car battery – it recharges by running.
Letting your mind play is the best way to solve problems.
We don’t devote enough scientific research to finding a cure for jerks.
Weekends don’t count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless.
Genius is never understood in its own time.
I know the world isn’t fair, but why isn’t it ever unfair in my favor?
Nothing helps a bad mood like spreading it around.
God put me on this earth to accomplish a certain number of things. Right now I am so far behind that I will never die.
Reality continues to ruin my life.
That’s the whole problem with science. You’ve got a bunch of empiricists trying to describe things of unimaginable wonder.
The surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that it has never tried to contact us.
Talking with you is sort of the conversational equivalent of an out of body experience.
The problem with the future is that it keeps turning into the present.
From now on, I’ll connect the dots my own way.
If your knees aren’t green by the end of the day, you ought to seriously re-examine your life.
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.