The fact is, I don't know where my ideas come from. Nor does any writer. The only real answer is to drink way too much coffee and buy yourself a desk that doesn't collapse when you beat your head against it.

Reality is hopelessly inaccurate.

The Ultimate Answer to Life, The Universe and Everything is...42!

You can't possibly be a scientist if you mind people thinking that you're a fool.

Marvin was humming ironically because he hated humans so much.

Here's what the Encyclopedia Galactica has to say about alcohol. It says that alcohol is a colourless volatile liquid formed by the fermentation of sugars and also notes its intoxicating effect on certain carbon-based life forms.

How can I tell," said the man, "that the past isn't a fiction designed to account for the discrepancy between my immediate physical sensations and my state of mind?