It's a magical world, Hobbes, ol' buddy... Let's go exploring!

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

I guess I have a gift for expressing pedestrian tastes. In a way, it's kind of depressing.

Calvin: Look, a dead bird! Hobbes: It must've hit a window. Calvin: Isn't it beautiful? It's so delicate. Sighhh... once it's too late, you appreciate what a miracle life is. You realize that nature is ruthless and our existence is very fragile, temporary, and precious. But to go on with your daily affairs, you can't really think about that... which is probably why everyone takes the world for granted and why we act so thoughtlessly. It's very confusing. I suppose it will all make sense when we grow up. Hobbes: No doubt.

That's the whole problem with science. You've got a bunch of empiricists trying to describe things of unimaginable wonder.

Things are never quite as scary when you've got a best friend.

Blustery cold days should be spend propped up in bed with a mug of hot chocolate and a pile of comic books.