Who is this god person anyway?
Ford Prefect suppressed a little giggle of evil satisfaction, realized that he had no reason to suppress it, and laughed out loud, a wicked laugh.
Zaphod felt he was teetering on the edge of madness and wondered if he shouldn’t just jump over and have done with it.
Why should I want to make anything up? Life’s bad enough as it is without wanting to invent any more of it.
I was created to fulfill a function and I failed in it. I negated my own existence.
Dennis Hutch had stepped up into the top seat when its founder had died of a lethal overdose of brick wall, taken while under the influence of a Ferrari and a bottle of tequila.
Very deep. You should send that in to the Reader’s Digest. They’ve got a page for people like you.
Obviously somebody had been appallingly incompetent and he hoped to God it wasn’t him.
You just come along with me and have a good time. The Galaxy’s a fun place. You’ll need to have this fish in your ear.
Numbers written on restaurant bills within the confines of restaurants do not follow the same mathematical laws as numbers written on any other pieces of paper in any other parts of the Universe. This single fact took the scientific world by storm.
Only by counting could humans demonstrate their independence of computers.
Looking up into the night sky is looking into infinity – distance is incomprehensible and therefore meaningless.
Many respectable physicists said that they weren’t going to stand for this – partly because it was a debasement of science, but mostly because they didn’t get invited to those sort of parties.
In the center lay the exploded carcass of a lonely sperm whale that hadn’t lived long enough to be disappointed with its lot.
I seem to be having tremendous difficulty with my life-style.
Please call me Eddie if it will help you to relax.
And so the problem remained; lots of people were mean, and most were miserable, even the ones with digital watches.
He has personality problems beyond the dreams of analysts.
If they don’t keep exercising their lips, he thought, their brains start working.
Now the world has gone to bed, Darkness won’t engulf my head, I can see by infrared, How I hate the night. Now I lay me down to sleep, Try to count electric sheep, Sweet dream wishes you can keep, How I hate the night. -Marvin.