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	I won't eat any cereal that doesn't turn the milk purple.   
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	Letting your mind play is the best way to solve problems.   
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	Weekends don't count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless.   
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	The purpose of writing is to inflate weak ideas, obscure pure reasoning, and inhibit clarity. With a little practice, writing can be an intimidating and impenetrable fog!   
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	Why waste time learning, when ignorance is instantaneous?   
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	If you can't control your peanut butter, you can't expect to control your life.   
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	If I had rolled along with the strip's popularity and repeated myself for another five, 10 or 20 years, the people now 'grieving' for 'Calvin and Hobbes' would be wishing me dead.   
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	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.   
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	I've got to start listening to those quiet, nagging doubts.   
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	I'm not dumb. I just have a command of thoroughly useless information.   
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	A real job is a job you hate.   
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	God put me on this earth to accomplish a certain number of things. Right now I am so far behind that I will never die.   
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	If your knees aren't green by the end of the day, you ought to seriously re-examine your life.   
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	I know the world isn't fair, but why isn't it ever unfair in my favor?   
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	Shutting off the thought process is not rejuvenating; the mind is like a car battery - it recharges by running.   
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	That's the whole problem with science. You've got a bunch of empiricists trying to describe things of unimaginable wonder.   
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	Ah, the life of a newspaper cartoonist - how I miss the groupies, drugs and trashed hotel rooms!   
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	Talking with you is sort of the conversational equivalent of an out of body experience.   
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	Getting an inch of snow is like winning 10 cents in the lottery.   
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	The world of a comic strip ought to be a special place with its own logic and life... I don't want the issue of Hobbes's reality settled by a doll manufacturer.   
