I like my smock. You can tell the quality of the artist by the quality of his smock. Actually, I just like to say smock. Smock smock smock smock smock smock.

For no reason I can think of, I've wandered far astray. And that is how I got to where I find myself today.

Van Gogh would’ve sold more than one painting if he’d put tigers in them.

Calvin is hammering nails into coffee table. Mom: CALVIN WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO THE COFFEE TABLE?!? Calvin: Is this some sort of trick question, or what?

I let my mind wander and it didn't come back.

Even when you look for it, you're never prepared for it.

Scientific Progress goes boink?