I hate to think that all my current experiences will someday become stories with no point.
If you don't get a goodnight kiss, you get Kafka dreams.
Virtual reality has nothing on Calvin.
My whole problem is that my lips move when I think.
Yakka foob mog. Grug pubbawup zink wattoom gazork. Chumble spuzz. I love loopholes.
I still read newspaper comics, but without much hope for their future.