Getting an inch of snow is like winning 10 cents in the lottery.

If comics need to be deconstructed and explained, something is really wrong with them.

Blustery cold days should be spend propped up in bed with a mug of hot chocolate and a pile of comic books.

I've never sat down to quantify how many hours I actually spend on the strip. I use the deadlines to estimate my progress; each month I know that I have to produce so many strips, and by the end of the month I'll make sure that I have.

You can drag my body to school but my spirit refuses to go.

It's gratifying to hear that from people who care about comic art. I never know what to make of it when someone writes to say, "Calvin and Hobbes is the best strip in the paper. I like it even more than Nancy."

Weekends don't count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless.