You can’t just turn on creativity like a faucet. You have to be in the right mood. What mood is that? Last-minute panic.
If people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, I'll bet they'd live a lot differently.
For your information, I’m staying like this, and everyone else can just get used to it! If people don’t like me the way I am, well TOUGH BEANS! It’s a free country! I don’t need anyone’s permission to be the way I want! This is who I am – Take it or leave it!
Miss Wormwood: Calvin, your test was an absolute disgrace! It’s obvious you haven’t read any of the material. Our first president was not Chef Boy-Ar-Dee and you ought to be ashamed to have turned in such preposterous answers! Calvin: I just don’t test well.
MOMMMM, I’m thirsty... What’s this, just water?
I’ve nearly started!
The surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that it has never tried to contact us.
I think we dream so we don’t have to be apart so long. If we’re in each other’s dreams, we can play together all night.
Weekends don’t count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless.
The truth is, most of us discover where we are headed when we arrive.
Look! A trickle of water running through some dirt! I’d say our afternoon just got booked solid!
Calvin: Know what I pray for? Hobbes: What? Calvin: The strength to change what I can, the inability to accept what I can’t, and the incapacity to tell the difference.
History is the fiction we invent to persuade ourselves that events are knowable and that life has order and direction. That’s why events are always reinterpreted when values change. We need new versions of history to allow for our current prejudices.
I’ve always tried to make the strip animated, even when the characters aren’t moving, with expressions or perspectives or some sort of exaggeration. There’s great potential for that which has yet to be fully mined.
They say the secret of success is being at the right place at the right time, but since you never know when the right time is going to be, I figure the trick is to find the right place and just hang around.
The writing doesn’t distract me while I’m drawing and vice versa. I can devote my full attention to each.
What’s the point of wearing your favorite rocket ship underpants if nobody ever asks to see ’em?
Know what’s weird? Day by day, nothing seems to change. But pretty soon, everything’s different.
It’s not denial. I’m just selective about the reality I accept.
I’d like to see cartoonists measuring their work by higher standards than how many papers their strips are in and how much money they make.