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.
Reality continues to ruin my life.
Hobbes: Do you think there is a God? Calvin: Well, somebody's out to get me.
Calvin: I'm a genius, but I'm a misunderstood genius. Hobbes: What's misunderstood about you? Calvin: Nobody thinks I'm a genius.
You know, Hobbes, some days even my lucky rocketship underpants don't help.