You know," said Arthur, "it's at times like this, when I'm trapped in a Vogon airlock with a man from Betelgeuse, and about to die of asphyxiation in deep space that I really wish I'd listened to what my mother told me when I was young." "Why, what did she tell you?" "I don't know, I didn't listen.

Well the hours are good...' ... 'but now you come to mention it, most of the actual minutes are pretty lousy.

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

Generally, old media don't die. They just have to grow old gracefully. Guess what, we still have stone masons. They haven't been the primary purveyors of the written word for a while now of course, but they still have a role because you wouldn't want a TV screen on your headstone.

You just come along with me and have a good time. The Galaxy's a fun place. You'll need to have this fish in your ear.

Beppu (n.) The triumphant slamming shut of a book after reading the final page.

This man is the bee's knees, Arthur, he is the wasp's nipples. He is, I would go so far as to say, the entire set of erogenous zones of every major flying insect of the Western world.