Nobody likes a whistler, particularly not the divinity that shapes our ends.

God's Final Message to His Creation: 'We apologize for the inconvenience.

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.

You cannot see what I see because you see what you see. You cannot know what I know because you know what you know. What I see and what I know cannot be added to what you see and what you know because they are not of the same kind. Neither can it replace what you see and what you know, because that would be to replace you yourself." "Hang on, can I write this down?" said Arthur, excitedly fumbling in his pocket for a pencil.

Having not said anything the first time, it was somehow even more difficult to broach the subject the second time around.

Zaphod felt he was teetering on the edge of madness and wondered if he shouldn't just jump over and have done with it.

Fifteen years was a long time to be stranded anywhere, particularly somewhere as mind-boggingly dull as Earth.