I'd hate to have a kid like me.

Calvin: Dear Santa, before I submit life to your scrutiny, I demand to know who made YOU the matter of my fate?! Who are YOU to question my behavior, HUH??? What gives you the right?! Hobbes: Santa makes the toys, so he gets to decide who to give them to. Calvin: Oh.

I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long. If we're in each other's dreams, we can play together all night.

We don't devote enough scientific research to finding a cure for jerks.

I keep forgetting that rules are only for little nice people.

Calvin: ME TARZAN! KING OF JUNGLE! Suzy: Nice underpants. Does your mom know you're over here like this? Calvin:...I don't think Jane EVER said that to Tarzan.

I hate to think that all my current experiences will someday become stories with no point.