If I had rolled along with the strip's popularity and repeated myself for another five, 10 or 20 years, the people now "grieving" for "Calvin and Hobbes" would be wishing me dead.
I'm a misunderstood genius.
It's psychosomatic. You need a lobotomy. I'll get a saw.
I'm crying because out there he's gone, but he's not gone inside me.
I'm killing time while I wait for life to shower me with meaning and happiness.
You know, maybe we don't need enemies." "Yeah, best friends aree about all I can take.