Getting an inch of snow is like winning 10 cents in the lottery. – Bill Watterson
The problem with the future is that it keeps turning into the present. – Bill Watterson
Getting an inch of snow is like winning 10 cents in the lottery. – Bill Watterson
The problem with the future is that it keeps turning into the present. – Bill Watterson
I like these cold, gray winter days. Days like these let you savor a bad mood. – Bill Watterson
Talking with you is sort of the conversational equivalent of an out of body experience. – Bill Watterson
It was one of those hot, silent nights, when people sit at windows, listening for the thunder which they know will shortly break; when they recall dismal tales of hurricanes and earthquakes; and of lonely travellers on open plains, and lonely ships at sea, struck by lightning. – Charles Dickens, Martin Chuzzlewit, Chapter XLII