People who get nostalgic about childhood were obviously never children.

I'd hate to have a kid like me.

I'm crying because out there he's gone, but he's not gone inside me.

When life gives you lemons, chunk it right back.

You know, Hobbes, some days even my lucky rocket ship underpants don't help.

If people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, I'll bet they'd live a lot differently.

The whole idea of hobknobbing and schmoozing and the concept of an "elite" class of celebrities better than the common people has always made my stomach turn.