Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so.

The single raindrop never feels responsible for the flood.

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

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...

Was there a reason behind it? There would be no point in asking Zaphod, he never appeared to have a reason for anything he did at all: he had turned unfathomability into an art form. He attacked everything in life with a mixture of extraordinary genius and naive incompetence and it was often difficult to tell which was which.

I am rarely happier than when spending an entire day programming my computer.

The Hitch Hiker's Guide has not been an opera. It has however been a tapestry, if you count a woven bath towel as a tapestry.