Dear Sweetheart, Without you my days are endless. Days seem like weeks... Weeks feel like months... Months like years... Years like centuries... Centuries like... You get the idea.
Charles M. SchulzYou know what I think my best quality is? I think I'm nice to have around. I'd hate it if I weren't around!
Charles M. SchulzWhat's this? That little red-haired girl dropped her pencil... Gee... It's got teeth marks all over it... She nibbles her pencil... She's human!
Charles M. Schulz