I tend to get very suspicious of anything that thinks it's art while it's being created.

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

So what do we do if we get bitten by something deadly?' I asked. He looked at me as if I were stupid. 'You die, of course. That's what deadly means.

What was the self-sacrifice?" I jettisoned half of a much-loved and I think irreplaceable pair of shoes." Why was that self-sacrifice?" Because they were mine!" said Ford, crossly. I think we have different value systems." Well mine's better.

These creatures you call mice, you see, they are not quite as they appear. They are merely the protrusion into our dimension of vastly hyperintelligent pandimensional beings.

Life! Don't talk to me about life!

Aberystwyth (n.) A nostalgic yearning which is in itself more pleasant than the thing being yearned for.