Zaphod did not want to tangle with them and, deciding that just as discretion is the better part of valor, so was cowardice is the better part of discretion, he valiantly hid himself in a closet.
He had got himself a life. Now he had to find a purpose in it.
Marvin was humming ironically because he hated humans so much.
The seat received him in a loose and distant kind of way, like an aunt who disapproves of the last fifteen years of your life and will therefore furnish you with a basic sherry, but refuses to catch your eye.
He didn’t know why he had become president of the galaxy, except that it seemed a fun thing to be.
The only person for whom the house was in any way special was Arthur Dent, and that was only because it happened to be the one he lived in.
Believe me, it is a great deal better to find cast-iron proof that you’re innocent than to languish in a cell hoping that the police – who already think you’re guilty – will find it for you.
And so the Universe ended.
The complexities of cause and effect defy analysis.
The Universe, as has been observed before, is an unsettlingly big place, a fact which for the sake of a quiet life most people tend to ignore.
It was one of those pictures that children are supposed to like but don’t. Full of endearing little animals doing endearing things, you know?
Nobody likes a whistler, particularly not the divinity that shapes our ends.
It’s guff. It doesn’t advance the action. It makes for nice fat books such as the American market thrives on, but it doesn’t actually get you anywhere.
Nobody got murdered before lunch. But nobody. People weren’t up to it. You needed a good lunch to get both the blood-sugar and blood-lust levels up.
Don’t you understand that we need to be childish in order to understand? Only a child sees things with perfect clarity, because it hasn’t developed all those filters which prevent us from seeing things that we don’t expect to see.
He felt a spasm of excitement because he knew instinctively who it was, or at least knew who it was he wanted it to be, and once you know what it is you want to be true, instinct is a very useful device for enabling you to know that it is.
He stood up straight and looked the world squarely in the fields and hills. To add weight to his words he stuck the rabbit bone in his hair. He spread his arm out wide. “I will go mad!” he annouced.
I teleported home last night with Ron and Sid and Meg Ron stole Meggy’s heart away and I got Sidney’s leg.
Nobleness was one word for making a fuss about the trivial inevitabilities of life, but there were others.
The air was stifling, but he liked it because it was stifling city air, full of excitingly unpleasant smells, dangerous music, and the distant sound of warring police tribes.