Can't stand all these poisonous creatures, all these snakes and insects and fish and things. Wretched things, biting everybody. And then people expect me to tell them what to do about it. I'll tell them what to do. Don't get bitten in the first place. (quoting Dr. Struan Sutherland)

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

Unfortunately this Electric Monk had developed a fault, and had started to believe all kinds of things, more or less at random. It was even beginning to believe things they'd have difficulty believing in Salt Lake City.

He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it.

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.

The Presidents job, is not to wield power himself, but to lead attention away from it.

And wow! Hey! What's this thing coming towards me very fast? Very very fast. So big and flat and round, it needs a big wide sounding word like... ow... ound... round... ground! That's it! That's a good name - ground! I wonder if it will be friends with me?