My guess is that the editor [Cincinnati Post] wanted his own Jeff MacNelly (a Pulitzer winner at 24), and I didn't live up to his expectations. My Cincinnati days were pretty Kafkaesque.

It's psychosomatic. You need a lobotomy. I'll get a saw.

You mix a bunch of ingredients, and once in a great while, chemistry happens.

CALVIN: When I grow up I want to be an inventor. First I will invent a time machine. Then I'll come back to yesterday and take myself to tomorrow and skip this dumb assignment.

It's going to be a grim day when the world is run by a generation that doesn't know anything but what it's seen on TV.

I wonder if you can refuse to inherit the world.

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