The idea was fantastically, wildly improbable. But like most fantastically, wildly improbable ideas it was at least as worthy of consideration as a more mundane one to which the facts had been strenuously bent to fit.

I wanted to be John Cleese. It took me some time to realise that the job was taken.

Arthur Dent: What happens if I press this button? Ford Prefect: I wouldn't- Arthur Dent: Oh. Ford Prefect: What happened? Arthur Dent: A sign lit up, saying 'Please do not press this button again.

What does it matter? Science has achieved some wonderful things, of course, but I'd far rather be happy than right any day.

Ford carried on counting quietly. This is about the most aggressive thing you can do to a computer, the equivalent of going up to a human being and saying "Blood...blood...blood...blood...

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

A beach house isn't just real estate. It's a state of mind.