Calvin: Somewhere in Communist Russia, I'll bet there's a little boy who has never known anything but censorship and oppression. But maybe he's heard of America, and he dreams of living in this land of freedom and opportunity! Someday, I'd like to meet that little boy... and tell him the awful TRUTH ABOUT THIS PLACE!! Calvin's Dad: Calvin, be quiet and eat the stupid Lima beans.

That's one of the remarkable things about life. It's never so bad that it can't get worse.

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

Hello Dad! It is now three in the morning. Do you know where I am?

Why does man create? Is it man's purpose on earth to express himself, to bring form to thought, and to discover meaning in experience? Or is it just something to do when he's bored?

Years from now, when I'm successful and happy, ...and he's in prison... I hope I'm not too mature to gloat.

Isn't it sad how some people's grip on their lives is so precarious that they'll embrace any preposterous delusion rather than face an occasional bleak truth?