Marvin started his ironical humming again. Zaphod hit him and he shut up.

I didn't notice I was being set upon by a pickpocket, which I am glad of, because I like to work only with professionals.

The idea was fantastically, wildly improbable. But like most fantastically, wildly improbable ideas it was at least as worthy of consideration as a more mundane one to which the facts had been strenuously bent to fit.

I can see we're in for a fabulous evening's apocalypse.

For seven and a half million years, Deep Thought computed and calculated, and in the end announced that the answer was in fact Forty-two - and so another, even bigger, computer had to be built to find out what the actual question was.

The only person for whom the house was in any way special was Arthur Dent, and that was only because it happened to be the one he lived in.

If there's anything more important than my ego around, I want it caught and shot now.