It's not denial. I'm just selective about the reality I accept.

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

You know what I like about summer days? They're just made for doing things... even if it's nothing. Especially if it's nothing.

Ah, the life of a newspaper cartoonist - how I miss the groupies, drugs and trashed hotel rooms!

I'm a misunderstood genius.

What's the point of wearing your favorite rocket ship underpants if nobody ever asks to see 'em?

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?