Sometimes when I'm talking, my words can't keep up with my thoughts. I wonder why we think faster than we speak. Probably so we can think twice.
It's not denial. I'm just selective about the reality I accept.
You know, Hobbes, some days even my lucky rocket ship underpants don't help.
I'm killing time while I wait for life to shower me with meaning and happiness.
People think it must be fun to be a super genius, but they don't realize how hard it is to put up with all the idiots in the world.
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.
The surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that it has never tried to contact us.
Life's disappointments are harder to take when you don't know any swear words.
Reality continues to ruin my life.
Calvin: I'm a genius, but I'm a misunderstood genius. Hobbes: What's misunderstood about you? Calvin: Nobody thinks I'm a genius.