There is a feeling which persists in England that making a sandwich interesting, attractive, or in any way pleasant to eat is something sinful that only foreigners do.

Every country is like a particular type of person. America is like a belligerent, adolescent boy, Canada is like an intelligent, 35 year old woman. Australia is like Jack Nicholson.

Life,” said Marvin dolefully, “loathe it or ignore it, you can’t like it.

My universe is my eyes and my ears. Anything else is hearsay.

So this is it," said Arthur, "We are going to die." "Yes," said Ford, "except... no! Wait a minute!" He suddenly lunged across the chamber at something behind Arthur's line of vision. "What's this switch?" he cried. "What? Where?" cried Arthur, twisting round. "No, I was only fooling," said Ford, "we are going to die after all.

I am a private detective. I am paid to be inquisitive and presumptuous.

How do you feel?" he asked him. "Like a military academy," said Arthur. "Bits of me keep on passing out.