Marvin was humming ironically because he hated humans so much.

Everybody has their moment of great opportunity in life. If you happen to miss the one you care about, then everything else becomes eerily easy.

My universe is my eyes and my ears. Anything else is hearsay.

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

Dirk was, for one of the few times in a life of exuberantly prolific loquacity, wordless.

Only by counting could humans demonstrate their independence of computers.

In fact, Lig never formally resigned his editorship—he merely left his office late one morning, and has never returned since. Though well over a century has now passed, many members of the Guide staff still retain the romantic notion that he has simply popped out for a sandwich and will yet return to put in a solid afternoon's work. Strictly speaking, all editors since Lig Lury Jr., have therefore been designated acting editors, and Lig's desk is still preserved the way he left it, with the addition of a small sign that says LIG LURY, JR., EDITOR, MISSING, PRESUMED FED.