A box of new crayons! Now they’re all pointy, lined up in order, bright and perfect. Soon they’ll be a bunch of ground down, rounded, indistinguishable stumps, missing their wrappers and smudged with other colors. Sometimes life seems unbearably tragic.

Did you ever wonder if the person in the puddle is real, and you're just a reflection of him?

The score is still Q to 12!

Hobbes: Do you think there's a God? Calvin: Well, somebody's out to get me!

The problem with people is that they're only human.

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

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