So long, and thanks for all the fish.

The kakapo is a bird out of time. If you look one in its large, round, greeny-brown face, it has a look of serenely innocent incomprehension that makes you want to hug it and tell it that everything will be all right, thought you know that it probably will not be.

Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so.

The Hitch Hiker's Guide has not been an opera. It has however been a tapestry, if you count a woven bath towel as a tapestry.

How do you know you're having fun if there's no one watching you have it?

'Totally mad,' he said, 'utter nonsense. But we'll do it because it's brilliant nonsense.'

And all dared to brave unknown terrors, to do mighty deeds, to boldly split infinitives that no man had split before--and thus was the Empire forged.