A monkey glances up and sees a banana, and that’s as far as he looks. A visionary looks up and sees the moon.
Ignorance, as they say, is usually fatal, but sometimes it can be bliss.
Don’t try to understand me, just be grateful that you felt the warmth of Zaphod Beeblebrox’s aura on your wonderstruck face.
Oh, I’m crazy all right. I do have plenty of psychoses. Multiple personality, delusional dementia, OCD. I’ve got them all, but most of all, I’m crazy about you.
I do like to read in bed, but because I have two kids I’m often forced to read in the bathroom.
Other men look up and down, left and right; but men like us are different. We are visionaries.
Hey, if you can’t remember, don’t worry about it. I’m having a few memory problems myself in this place. Little things like how long I’ve been here, what my purpose in life is, which feet to put my shoes on. Stuff like that.
A pity to survive night flights over St. Georges Channel only to crack my skull falling from a ladder.
I am Butler. Anything I say sounds scary.
Artemis turned and stared at his friend with the blue eyes. Holly was staring back, and she was smiling. “I remember,” she said aloud. “You saved me.” Artemis smiled back. “It never happened,” he said.
It would take less than a second for you to die. But that’s quite long enough to be in mortal agony, don’t you think?
Chief of security : They have a tank! How did they get a tank up here?
But even though there were plenty of teeth in the grin, there was no heart.
You display inordinate pride for someone who has completed a task which could have been performed by a lesser primate in a shorter time.
Don’t feel bad; I regularly reduce people to unintelligible stammers.
Trust me. I haven’t been wrong yet.
I hear that you were on a date with Trouble Kelp. Are you two planning on building a bivouac any time soon?
The miracle of modern science. The LEP pours millions into your department, Foaly, and all you can do is send Mud Boys to the toilet.
You guys looking for my dad? People are always, like, looking for him, and he’s never around. Daddy is so not here. And I mean that literally and spiritually.
Ah, my princess. Noble steed. How does the morning find you both?