That's the whole problem with science. You've got a bunch of empiricists trying to describe things of unimaginable wonder.

Hobbes: Do you think there's a God? Calvin: Well, SOMEBODY'S out to get me.

If life is just a stage, then we are all running around ad-libbing, with absolutely no clue what the plot is. Maybe that's why we don't know whether it's a comedy or tragedy.

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.

In my opinion, we don't devote nearly enough scientific research to finding a cure for jerks.

Whenever I hear about people trying to rediscover the "child within," I want to scream.