“Calvin: I used to hate writing assignments, but now I enjoy them. I realized that the purpose of writing is to inflate weak ideas, obscure poor reasoning, and inhibit clarity. With a little practice, writing can be an intimidating and impenetrable fog! Want to see my book report?
Hobbes: (Reading Calvin’s paper) “The Dynamics of Interbeing and Monological Imperatives in Dick and Jane: A Study in Psychic Transrelational Gender modes.”
Calvin: Academia, here I come!” – ― Bill Watterson who celebrates his 58th birthday today.
He also said:
“It’s not denial. I’m just selective about the reality I accept.”
You can’t just turn on creativity like a faucet. You have to be in the right mood.
What mood is that?
The surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that it has never tried to contact us.
There’s never enough time to do all the nothing you want.
You know what’s weird? Day by day, nothing seems to change, but pretty soon…everything’s different.
Who was the guy who first looked at a cow and said ‘I think I’ll drink whatever comes out of these when I squeeze ’em?
“Isn’t it strange that evolution would give us a sense of humor?
When you think about it, it’s weird that we have a physiological response to absurdity. We laugh at nonsense. We like it. We think it’s funny.
Don’t you think it’s odd that we appreciate absurdity? Why would we develop that way? How does it benefit us?”
“I suppose if we couldn’t laugh at the things that don’t make sense, we couldn’t react to a lot of life.”
If people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, I’ll bet they’d live a lot differently.
I’m learning skills I will use for the rest of my life by doing homework…procrastinating and negotiation.
God put me on earth to accomplish certain things. Right now, I’m so far behind, I’ll never die.
Life’s disappointments are harder to take when you don’t know any swear words.
Did you ever wonder if the person in the puddle is real, and you’re just a reflection of him?
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.
I’ve been thinking Hobbes”
“On a weekend?”
“Well, it wasn’t on purpose.”
Life is like topography, Hobbes. There are summits of happiness and success, flat stretches of boring routine and valleys of frustration and failure.
“Now what state do you live in?’
Well, remember what you said, because in a day or two, I’ll have a witty and blistering retort! You’ll be devastated THEN.
If you can’t win by reason, go for volume.
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.
In the short term, it would make me happy to go play outside. In the long term, it would make me happier to do well at school and become successful. But in the VERY long term, I know which will make better memories.
I say, if your knees aren’t green by the end of the day, you ought to seriously re-examine your life.
The purpose of writing is to inflate weak ideas, obscure poor reasoning and inhibit clarity.
Creating a life that reflects your values and satisfies your soul is a rare achievement. In a culture that relentlessly promotes avarice and excess as the good life, a person happy doing his own work is usually considered an eccentric, if not a subversive. Ambition is only understood if it’s to rise to the top of some imaginary ladder of success. Someone who takes an undemanding job because it affords him the time to pursue other interests and activities is considered a flake. A person who abandons a career in order to stay home and raise children is considered not to be living up to his potential — as if a job title and salary are the sole measure of human worth.
You’ll be told in a hundred ways, some subtle and some not, to keep climbing, and never be satisfied with where you are, who you are, and what you’re doing. There are a million ways to sell yourself out, and I guarantee you’ll hear about them.
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.
and one of my favourite reflections on parenting:
Calvin: MOM! WAKE UP! COME QUICK!
Mom: What’s wrong? What’s the matter?
Calvin: Do you think love is nothing but a biochemical reaction designed to make sure our genes get passed on?
Mom: Whatever it is, it’s all that’s keep me from strangling you right now.
Calvin: Mom’s midnight reassurances are never very reassuring.