“How is the birdhouse coming along, Charlie Brown?""Well, I'm a lousy carpenter, I can't nail straight, I can't saw straight and I always split the wood... I'm nervous, I lack confidence, I'm stupid, I have poor taste and absolutely no sense of design... So, all things considered, it's coming along okay!”

“That stupid Charlie Brown! He had the nerve to say I'm not perfect!""So I suppose you hit him, huh?""Rats! I knew I forgot something!”

“So you have a new baby sister, huh Charlie Brown?Yes, and I'm so happy...Happy?! I suppose it's never occurred to you that over-population is a serious problem?!”

“I want to be liked... No, I want to be more than just liked... I want people to say, "that Charlie Brown is a great guy!" And when people are at parties, I want them to look for me, and when I finally arrive, I want them to say, "here comes good ol' Charlie Brown... Now everything will be all right!" I want to be a special person... I want to be needed... It's kind of hard to explain... Do you understand? I mean, do you know what I'm talking about?""Sure, I understand perfectly...""Well?""Forget it! Five cents, please!”

“Wouldn't you like just for once to see Charlie Brown hit that ball?""No... I'm not prepared to have the world come to an end!”

“Oh yes, I'm at my happiest when I have a good idea and I'm drawing it well, and it comes out well and somebody laughs at it.”

“No matter what anyone says, it's much worse to be unloved than it is to be lost in the woods.""Sometimes, I think you've been lost in the woods all your life, Charlie Brown...”