Reality continues to ruin my life.

I'm killing time while I wait for life to shower me with meaning and happiness.

When life gives you lemons, chunk it right back.

CALVIN:This whole Santa Claus thing just doesn't make sense. Why all the secrecy? Why all the mystery?If the guy exists why doesn't he ever show himself and prove it?And if he doesn't exist what's the meaning of all this?HOBBES:I dunno. Isn't this a religious holiday? CALVIN:Yeah, but actually, I've got the same questions about God.

Hobbes: Do you think there's a God?Calvin: Well, somebody's out to get me!

To invent your own life's meaning is not easy, but it's still allowed, and I think you'll be happier for the trouble.

If you can't control your peanut butter, you can't expect to control your life.

CALVIN:When I grow up I want to be an inventor. First I will invent a time machine. Then I'll come back to yesterday and take myself to tomorrow and skip this dumb assignment.

CALVIN:As usual goodness hardly puts up a fight.