Time affords us the ability to blame past errors on others while whole heartedly pronouncing our futures successes.

This planet has — or rather had — a problem, which was this: most of the people living on it were unhappy for pretty much all of the time.

Their minds sang with the ecstatic knowledge that either what they were doing was completely and utterly and totally impossible or that physics had a lot of catching up to do.

'Totally mad,' he said, 'utter nonsense. But we'll do it because it's brilliant nonsense.'

The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don't.

‎If you ever find you need help again, you know, if you're in trouble, need a hand out of a corner..." "Yeah?" "Please don't hesitate to get lost.

God's Final Message to His Creation: 'We apologize for the inconvenience.