You come to me for advice, but you can’t cope with anything you don’t recognize. Hmmm. So we’ll have to tell you something you already know but make it sound like news, eh Well, business as usual, I suppose.
Even the evil-looking bird perched on a rod in the bar had stopped screeching out the names and addresses of local contract killers, which was a service it provided for free.
My absolute favourite piece of information is the fact that young sloths are so inept that they frequently grab their own arms and legs instead of tree limbs, and fall out of trees.
The bowler approached the wicket at a lope, a trot, and then a run. He suddenly exploded in a flurry of arms and legs, out of which flew a ball.
I don’t go to mythical places with strange men.
People who need to bully you are the easiest to push around.
I think fish is nice, but then I think that rain is wet, so who am I to judge?
The idea was fantastically, wildly improbable. But like most fantastically, wildly improbable ideas it was at least as worthy of consideration as a more mundane one to which the facts had been strenuously bent to fit.
It is a mistake to think you can solve any major problems just with potatoes.
It all sounds rather naive and sentimental to be talking about children laughing and dancing and singing together when we all know perfectly well that what children do in real life is snarl and take drugs.
We have normality. I repeat, we have normality. Anything you still can’t cope with is therefore your own problem.
For a moment, nothing happened. Then, after a second or so, nothing continued to happen.
Let us be dreamers, thinkers, speculative philosophers, or as our spouses would have it: Idiots.
This must be Thursday. I never could get the hang of Thursdays.
We are stuck with technology when what we really want is just stuff that works.
The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don’t.
Arthur blinked at the screens and felt he was missing something important. Suddenly he realized what it was. “Is there any tea on this spaceship?” he asked.
My doctor says that I have a malformed public-duty gland and a natural deficiency in moral fibre and that I am therefore excused from saving universes.
If there’s anything more important than my ego around, I want it caught and shot now.
The idea that Bill Gates has appeared like a knight in shining armor to lead all customers out of a mire of technological chaos neatly ignores the fact that it was he who, by peddling second-rate technology, led them into it in the first place.