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Quote by Bill Watterson

“Blustery cold days should be spend propped up in bed with a mug of hot chocolate and a pile of comic books.”

Quote by Bill Watterson

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Bill Watterson
Bill Watterson

Bill Watterson (born July 5, 1958) is an American cartoonist and author, best known for creating the comic strip Calvin and Hobbes, which ran from 1985 to 1995. Known for his unique humor and profound understanding of childhood imagination, Watterson famously refused to merchandise his characters, maintaining artistic integrity throughout his career. After the strip ended, he chose a reclusive lifestyle, declining all public appearances and interviews. more

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