Life,” said Marvin dolefully, “loathe it or ignore it, you can’t like it.

I only know as much about myself as my mind can work out under its current conditions. And its current conditions are not good.

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

Why should I want to make anything up? Life's bad enough as it is without wanting to invent any more of it.

In the center lay the exploded carcass of a lonely sperm whale that hadn't lived long enough to be disappointed with its lot.

For seven and a half million years, Deep Thought computed and calculated, and in the end announced that the answer was in fact Forty-two - and so another, even bigger, computer had to be built to find out what the actual question was.

I can see we're in for a fabulous evening's apocalypse.