I like these cold, gray winter days. Days like these let you savor a bad mood. – Bill Watterson
Things are never quite as scary when you have a best friend. – Bill Watterson
I like these cold, gray winter days. Days like these let you savor a bad mood. – Bill Watterson
Things are never quite as scary when you have a best friend. – Bill Watterson
A box of new crayons! Now they’re all pointy, lined up in order, bright and perfect. Soon they’ll be a bunch of ground down, rounded, indistinguishable stumps, missing their wrappers and smudged with other colors. Sometimes life seems unbearably tragic. – Bill Watterson
There is not enough time to do all the nothing we want to do. – Bill Watterson
Nature looks dead in winter because her life is gathered into her heart. She withers the plant down to the root that she may grow it up again fairer and stronger. She calls her family together within her inmost home to prepare them for being scattered abroad upon the face of the earth. – Hugh Macmillan, “Rejuvenescence,” The Ministry of Nature, 1871