We are not an endangered species ourselves yet, but this is not for lack of trying.

If life is going to exist in a Universe of this size, then the one thing it cannot afford to have is a sense of proportion.

It can hardly be a coincidence that no language on earth has ever produced the expression, 'As pretty as an airport.

If you try and take a cat apart to see how it works, the first thing you have on your hands is a nonworking cat.

Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?

My doctor says that I have a malformed public-duty gland and a natural deficiency in moral fibre and that I am therefore excused from saving universes.

If on the other hand he went to pay his respects to The Door and it wasn't there . . . what then? The answer, of course, was very simple. He had a whole board of circuits for dealing with exactly this problem, in fact this was the very heart of his function. He would continue to believe in it whatever the facts turned out to be, what else was the meaning of Belief? The Door would still be there, even if the Door was not.