Marvin trudged on down the corridor, still moaning. "...and then of course I've got this terrible pain in all the diodes down my left hand side..." "No?" said Arthur grimly as he walked along beside him. "Really?" "Oh yes," said Marvin, "I mean I've asked for them to be replaced but no one ever listens." "I can imagine.

You come to me for advice, but you can't cope with anything you don't recognize. Hmmm. So we'll have to tell you something you already know but make it sound like news, eh Well, business as usual , I suppose.

He actually caught himself saying things like "Yippee," as he pranced ridiculously round the house.

Shee, you guys are so unhip it's a wonder your bums don't fall off.

Cyberspace is - or can be - a good, friendly and egalitarian place to meet.

Can't stand all these poisonous creatures, all these snakes and insects and fish and things. Wretched things, biting everybody. And then people expect me to tell them what to do about it. I'll tell them what to do. Don't get bitten in the first place. (quoting Dr. Struan Sutherland)

What god would be hanging around Terminal Two of Heathrow Airport trying to catch the 15:37 flight to Oslo?