Quotes from Douglas Adams

Luckily, he went on, you have come to exactly the right place with your interesting problem, for there is no such word as 'impossible' in my dictionary. In fact, he added, brandishing the abused book, everything between 'herring' and 'marmalade' appears to be missing.

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

I've never met all these people you speak of. And neither, I suspect, have you. They only exist in words we hear. It is folly to say you know what is happening to other people. Only they know, if they exist. They have their own Universes of their eyes and ears.

I can even work out your personality problems to ten decimal places if it will help.

Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun.

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

Why," said Arthur Dent, "isn't anyone ever pleased to see us?

He was experiencing the aural equivalent of looking at a picture of two black silhouetted faces and suddenly seeing it as a picture of a white candlestick. Or of looking at a lot of colored dots on a piece of paper which suddenly resolve themselves into the figure six and mean that your optician is going to charge you a lot of money for a new pair of glasses.

Dikkatsizce söylenen sözlerin hayatlara mal olduÄŸu hiç ÅŸüphesiz iyi bilinir, ama sorunun gerçek boyutu her zaman tam olarak anla??lamaz.

The horse, it must be said, was quite surprised.

Eight hours West sat a man alone on a beach mourning an inexplicable loss. He could only think of his loss in little packets of grief at a time, because the whole thing was too great to be borne.

Marvin the Paranoid Android sat slumped, ignoring all and ignored by all, in a private and rather unpleasant world of his own.

You can't throw us into space," yelled Ford, "we're trying to write a book." "Resistance is useless!" shouted the Vogon guard back at him. It was the first phrase he'd learned when he joined the Vogon Guard Corps.

Yeah, I'm sure that's him, he would add when shown a picture of Gordon Way. I only wasn't sure at first because in the picture he's got his mouth closed.

Life was too short, the weather too fine, and the world too full of interesting and exciting pitfalls.

Impact minus twenty seconds, guys . . ." said the computer. "Then turn the bloody engines back on!" bawled Zaphod. "Oh, sure thing, guys," said the computer.

He giggled and sniggered. He would have laughed out loud but he didn't have the room.

Patterns that Arthur knew, rough blobby shapes that were as familiar to him as the shapes of words, part of the furniture of his mind. For a few seconds he sat in stunned silence as the images rushed around his mind and tried to find somewhere to settle down and make sense...

But - but - but! said Dirk, thumping the table in frustration, don't you understand that we need to be childish in order to understand? Only a child sees things with perfect clarity, because it hasn't developed all those filters which prevent us from seeing things that we don't expect to see.

The Electric Monk's day was going tremendously well and he broke into an excited gallop. That is to say that, excitedly, he spurred his horse to a gallop and, unexcitedly, his horse broke into it.

Albacete (AL-ba-seet) n. A single surprisingly long hair growing in the middle of nowhere.

But that's not the point! raged Ford The point is that I am now a perfectly safe penguin, and my colleague here is rapidly running out of limbs!

His job is not to wield power but to draw attention away from it.

The Electric Monk was a labor-saving device, like a dishwasher or a video recorder. Dishwashers washed tedious dishes for you, thus saving you the bother of washing them yourself, video recorders watched tedious television for you, thus saving you the bother of looking at it yourself; Electric Monks believed things for you, thus saving you what was becoming an increasingly onerous task, that of believing all the things the world expected you to believe.