No? Part girl, part wolf? Do they lick their butter knives?

Who but the mad would choose to keep on living? In the end, aren't we all just a little crazy?

Any librarian or scholar will tell you: Close is not the same as accurate.

We're in English class, which for most of us is an excruciating exercise in staying awake through the great classics of literature. These works - groundbreaking, incendiary, timeless - have been pureed by the curriculum monsters into a digestible pabulum of themes and factoids we can spew back on a test. Scoring well on tests is the sort of happy thing that gets the school district the greenbacks they crave. Understanding and appreciating the material are secondary.

It's so laughable that it's somewhere beyond comedy and right into tragedy again.

A guy's gotta live, you know, gotta make his way and find his meaning in life and love, and to do that he needs coffee, he needs coffee and coffee and coffee.

Dude, this is a stoner conversation and we're not even high