He inched his way up the corridor as if he would rather be yarding his way down it, which was true.

We’ll meet the meat.

I like the cover," he said. "Don't Panic. It's the first helpful or intelligible thing anybody's said to me all day.

There are some people you like immediately, some whom you think you might learn to like in the fullness of time, and some that you simply want to push away from you with a sharp stick.

If on the other hand he went to pay his respects to The Door and it wasn't there . . . what then? The answer, of course, was very simple. He had a whole board of circuits for dealing with exactly this problem, in fact this was the very heart of his function. He would continue to believe in it whatever the facts turned out to be, what else was the meaning of Belief? The Door would still be there, even if the Door was not.

Capital Letters Were Always The Best Way Of Dealing With Things You Didn't Have A Good Answer To.

He hoped and prayed that there wasn't an afterlife. Then he realized there was a contradiction involved here and merely hoped that there wasn't an afterlife.