In moments of great stress, every life form that exists gives out a tiny subliminal signal.

The argument goes something like this: "I refuse to prove that I exist," says God, "for proof denies faith, and without faith I am nothing.

Ford looked at him severely. And no sneaky knocking down Mr Dent's house whilst he's away, alright?" he said. The mere thought," growled Mr Prosser, "hadn't even begun to speculate," he continued, settling himself back, "about the merest possibility of crossing my mind.

Anything invented after you’re thirty-five is against the natural order of things

A mobile phone needs a manual in the way that a teacup doesn't

It was none the less a perfectly ordinary horse, such as convergent evolution has produced in many of the places that life is to be found. They have always understood a great deal more than they let on. It is difficult to be sat on all day, every day, by some other creature, without forming an opinion about them.

Do you find coming to terms with the mindless tedium of it all presents an interesting challenge?