This must be Thursday. I never could get the hang of Thursdays.

It takes an awful lot of time to not write a book.

Earth: mostly harmless

I was created to fulfill a function and I failed in it. I negated my own existence.

Just supposing," he said, "just supposing" --he didn't know what was coming next, so he thought he'd just sit back and listen--"that there was some extraordinary way in which you were very important to me, and that, though you didn't know it, I was very important to you, but it all went for nothing because we only had five miles and I was a stupid idiot at knowing how to say something very important to someone I've only just met and not crash into lorries a the same time, what would you say..." He paused, helplessly, and looked at her. "I should do.

Put away your worries, the world is a good and perfect place. It is in fact very easy.

I'd take the awe of understanding over the awe of ignorance any day.