If the Universe came to an end every time there was some uncertainty about what had happened in it, it would never have got beyond the first picosecond. And many of course don't. It's like a human body, you see. A few cuts and bruises here and there don't hurt it. Not even major surgery if it's done properly. Paradoxes are just the scar tissue. Time and space heal themselves up around them and people simply remember a version of events which makes as much sense as they require it to make.

The hardest assumption to challenge is the one you don't even know you are making.

The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don't.

High on a rocky promontory sat an Electric Monk on a bored horse.

Funny, how just when you think life can’t possibly get any worse it suddenly does.

"What's up?" "I don't know," said Marvin, "I've never been there."

The world is a thing of utter inordinate complexity and richness and strangeness that is absolutely awesome.