Not unnaturally, many elevators imbued with intelligence and precognition became terribly frustrated with the mindless business of going up and down, up and down, experimented briefly with the notion of going sideways, as a sort of existential protest, demanded participation in the decision-making process and finally took to squatting in basements sulking. An impoverished hitch-hiker visiting any planets in the Sirius star system these days can pick up easy money working as a counsellor for neurotic elevators.

In the old days, writers used to sit in front of a typewriter and stare out of the window. Nowadays, because of the marvels of convergent technology, the thing you type on and the window you stare out of are now the same thing.

Siamese Cats have a way of staring at you. Those who have walked in on the Queen cleaning her teeth will know the expression.

God is no longer an explanation of anything, but has instead become something that would itself need an insurmountable amount of explaining.

I rarely end up where I was intending to go, but often I end up somewhere I needed to be.

What does it matter? Science has achieved some wonderful things, of course, but I'd far rather be happy than right any day.

People who need to bully you are the easiest to push around.