The little waiter's eyebrows wandered about his forehead in confusion.

Shee, you guys are so unhip it's a wonder your bums don't fall off.

To summarize the summary of the summary: people are a problem.

And so the Universe ended.

The only moral it is possible to draw from this story is that one should never throw the Q letter into a privet bush, but unfortunately there are times when it is unavoidable.

Structural linguistics is a bitterly divided and unhappy profession, and a large number of its practitioners spend many nights drowning their sorrows in Ouisghian Zodahs.

Life is wasted on the living.

The story so far:In the beginning the Universe was created.This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move.

If I ever meet myself, ' said Zaphod, 'I'll hit myself so hard I won't know what's hit me.

But what about the End of the Universe? We'll miss the big moment."I've seen it. It's rubbish, " said Zaphod, "nothing but a gnab gib."A what?"Opposite of a big bang. Come on, let's get zappy.

Could be. I’m a pretty dangerous dude when I’m cornered.”“Yeah, ” said the voice from under the table, “you go to pieces so fast people get hit by the shrapnel.

because being with you makes perfect sense

Every woman is a gift when she becomes a daughter, Every woman is beautiful when she becomes a lover, Every woman is special when she becomes a wife, Every woman is a god when she becomes a Mother

Medicine cabinets are dangerous. Those doors, man. They'll just spring on you like a ninja.

Normal muscles should function naturally in much the same manner as do the muscles of animals.

At the end of 2003, my game was complete. Shooting, defense, using the dribble, transition, midrange stuff was all there. Then it was about fine-tuning and trying to improve in each area.

We are ourselves our happiness.

Everything is autobiography, even if one writes something that is totally objective. The fact that it's a subject that seizes you makes it autobiographical.

No poet or orator has ever existed who believed there was any better than himself.

In past times when one lived in contact with nature, abstraction was easy; it was done unconsciously. Now in our denaturalized age abstraction becomes an effort.

I like surfing; I bring a surfboard with me on tour.