You can present the material, but you can't make me care.

I suppose if we couldn't laugh at things that don't make sense, we couldn't react to a lot of life.

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?

I still read newspaper comics, but without much hope for their future.

You know, maybe we don't need enemies." "Yeah, best friends aree about all I can take.

The way Calvin's brain is wired, you can almost hear the fuses blowing.

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