Obviously somebody had been appallingly incompetent and he hoped to God it wasn't him.

The story goes that I first had the idea for The HitchHiker's Guide to the Galaxy while lying drunk in a field in Innsbruck.

The air was stifling, but he liked it because it was stifling city air, full of excitingly unpleasant smells, dangerous music, and the distant sound of warring police tribes.

See first, think later, then test. But always see first. Otherwise you will only see what you were expecting. Most scientists forget that.

Dennis Hutch had stepped up into the top seat when its founder had died of a lethal overdose of brick wall, taken while under the influence of a Ferrari and a bottle of tequila.

I come in peace...Take me to your lizard.

Nothing travels faster than the speed of light, with the possible exception of bad news, which obeys its own special laws.