Don't believe anything you read on the net. Except this. Well, including this, I suppose.

It's part of the shape of the Universe. I only have to talk to somebody and they begin to hate me.

For a moment he felt good about this. A moment or two later he felt bad about feeling good about it. Then he felt good about feeling bad about feeling good about it and satisfied, drove on into the night.

When you walk through the storm, hold your head high And don't be afraid of the dark! At the end of the storm is a golden sky And the sweet song of the lark. Walk on through the wind Walk on through the rain Though your dreams be tossed & blown Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart And you'll never walk alone!

It's good to leave your room super-messy when you're away. Whoever tries to break into your room will thought it has already been ransacked.

He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it.

Trillian had come to suspect that the main reason [Zaphood] had had such a wild and successful life was that he never really understood the significance of anything he did.