Do I look evil? I can’t do evil. I can barely pull off dangerous.

Ragging at its most harmless is embarrassing and silly, but at its worst, it attempts to prevent individual students from independent thinking, attempts, in fact, to eradicate freewill

for the space of half a year, the gunpowder lay as harmless as sand, because no fire came near to explode it.

I don’t need a steak knife to cut my meat. That’s why karate chops were created. I’m like a butter knife, only slightly less deadly. But I’m great with bagels—and disobedient old people.

I hate to go mincing through life, afraid to take a single long step for fear somebody is watching. I want to “wave my wild tail and walk by my wild lone.” There wasn’t a...

All you need, you think, is a breather, a few minutes standing up at the bar like in the old days, having a harmless bottle of beer. Only the bottle of beer isn’t harmless; it’s...