How do you feel?" he asked him. "Like a military academy," said Arthur. "Bits of me keep on passing out.

Ah, this is obviously some strange usage of the word 'safe' that I wasn't previously aware of.

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.

He had got himself a life. Now he had to find a purpose in it.

The only moral it is possible to draw from this story is that one should never throw the Q letter into a privet bush, but unfortunately there are times when it is unavoidable.

My capacity for happiness," he added, "you could fit into a matchbox without taking out the matches first

The seat received him in a loose and distant kind of way, like an aunt who disapproves of the last fifteen years of your life and will therefore furnish you with a basic sherry, but refuses to catch your eye.