Charles M. Schulz

I do not like a high-organized church. I think that as soon as the congregation reaches a level of one hundred or so people, it is time to build a new church. As soon as the congregation gets to the point where you are not on fairly intimate terms with every other person in that church, then you have become a theater where people can attend services. I do not think you can attend a church service. Service is not something which is there to be viewed as if it were a play or a movie.

Love is not knowing what you're talking about.

There's our excuse... we'll blame everything on the round-headed kid!

Goodbys always make my throat hurt... I need more hellos...

"Sometimes I ask myself questions... Sometimes I ask myself, is this your real life or is this just a pilot film? Is my life a thirty-nine week series or is it a special?"
"Whatever it is, your ratings are down... Five cents, please!"

I used to have more tolerance for these views, but I am losing patience with what I see. The test of anything is the fruit it bears. I see no good fruit being born.

Well from now on, Linus think for yourself... Don't take any advice from anyone!

I think they assign things to students which are way over their heads, which destroy your love of reading, rather than leading you to it. I don't understand that. Gosh.

I never seem to know what's going on... Right from the very start, my life has been strange. I think I know what happened... I must have missed all the rehearsals.

I have observed that whenever you try to hit somebody, there is a tendency for them to try to hit you back.

A bean bag is a perfect place to sulk. You can sink way down deep, and sulk for hours... You only have to stick your head up once in a while... to see if anybody cares.

Happiness is a piece of fudge caught on the first bounce.

"I guess it's wrong always to be worrying about tomorrow. Maybe we should think about today..."
"No, that's giving up... I'm still hpoing that yesterday will get better."

I gave up trying to understand people long ago. Now I let them try to understand me!

"Hello? Oh, nothing... Just sort of hanging around... My brother? He's right here... He's reading... He's always reading... He has no life of his own, and he's a very boring person so he reads a lot... What's he reading? I don't know... She wants to know what you're reading..."
"How to survive living in the same family with an annoying sister."
"Ivanhoe."