LINUS: Where are you going for Thanksgiving, Charlie Brown? CHARLIE: My father, my mother, Sally, and I are all going to my grandmothers for dinner. SALLY: Do you want to come too, Linus? We can hold hands under the table. LINUS: BLECH!

Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.

For a nothing, Charlie Brown, you're really something!

It's either the flu or love... The symptoms are the same.

Of all the Charlie Browns in the world, you're the Charlie Brownest.

Cartooning is preaching. And I think we have a right to do some preaching. I hate shallow humor. I hate shallow religious humor, I hate shallow sports humor, I hate shallowness of any kind.

No problem is so big or so complicated that it can't be run away from!