"Imagine being stranded on a deserted planet, devoid of all life except for yourself, with no way of escaping, and carving a journal into the stone so that someone will hopefully see it before they all erode away into dust, and then multiply it by ten!"

"That bad, huh," says Hobbes, as Calvin stares at a copy of 'Physics in Literature: Writing Science that won't make nerds scoff.'

"All I'm saying is that the next time you need to get dry cleaned," says Calvin, shoving the book into his backpack, "you could give a fella some advance notice."