We can't win against obsession. They care, we don't. They win.

Ballycumber (ba-li-KUM-ber) n. One of the six half-read books lying somewhere in your bed.

A cup of tea would restore my normality.

My capacity for happiness," he added, "you could fit into a matchbox without taking out the matches first

Goosnargh," said Ford Prefect, which was a special Betelgeusian word he used when he knew he should say something but didn't know what it should be.

There are two things in particular that it [the computer industry] failed to foresee: one was the coming of the Internet(...); the other was the fact that the century would end.

Ok," he said, "I don't like to disturb you at what I know must be a difficult and distressing time for you, but I need to know first of all if you actually realize that this is a difficult and distressing time for you.