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

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

Buttons ... check. Dials ... check. Switches ... check. Little colored lights ... check.

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! What a stupid game! You must have cheated! You must have used some sneaky, underhanded mindmeld to make me lose! I hate you! I didn't want to play this idiotic game in the first place! I knew you'd cheat! I knew you'd win! Oh! Oh! Aarg! [Calvin runs in circles around Hobbes screaming "Aaaaaaaaaaaa", then falls over.] Hobbes: Look, it's just a game. Calvin: I know! You should see me when I lose in real life!

Did you ever wonder if the person in the puddle is real, and you're just a reflection of him?

It's not the medium, but the quality of perception and expression, that determines the significance of art.

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