He actually caught himself saying things like "Yippee," as he pranced ridiculously round the house.

Arthur blinked at the screens and felt he was missing something important. Suddenly he realized what it was. "Is there any tea on this spaceship?" he asked.

What is this? Some sort of galactic hyperhearse?

I'm 48, which is a bit of a shock to me. Why only last year I thought I was a precocious young thing!

How do I know the past is not a fiction conceived to reconcile the difference between my state of mind and the present.

I think you ought to know I'm feeling very depressed.

Life is wasted on the living.