Quotes from Douglas Adams

Nunca renunció formalmente. Una mañana se limitó a salir tarde de su despacho y no ha vuelto. Aunque ya ha transcurrido más de un siglo, muchos miembros del personal de la Guía siguen conservando la idea romántica de que sólo ha salido a tomar un croissant de jamón, y que volverá a cumplir una tarde de trabajo continuado.

What's up? I don't know, said Marvin. I've never been there.

what is he, man or mouse? Is he interested in nothing more than tea and the wider issues of life? Has he no spirit? Has he no passion? Does he not, to put it in a nutshell, fuck?

The protruding upper halves of the letters now appear, in the local language, to read "Go stick your head in a pig," and are no longer illuminated, except at times of special celebration.

Don't Panic.' It's the first helpful or intelligible thing anybody's said to me all day.

How can I tell,' said the man, 'that the past isn't a fiction designed to account for the discrepancy between my immediate physical sensations and my state of mind?

Hay una teoría que afirma que si alguien descubriera lo que es exactamente el Universo y el porqué de su existencia, desaparecería al instante y sería sustituido por algo aún más extraño e inexplicable.

I don't want to die now! I've got a headache! I don't want to go to heaven with a headache, I'd be all cross and wouldn't enjoy it!

My name,' he said, '. . . is Slartibartfast.

Because of the various sensory protuberances with which the robot was festooned, it couldn't maneuver inside the towel, and it just twitched back and forth without being able to turn and face its captor.

Trin Tragula—for that was his name—was a dreamer, a thinker, a speculative philosopher or, as his wife would have it, an idiot. And

They even laughed a little, though sympathetically, of course. They pointed to the clause in the ticket contract that said that the entities whose lifespans had originated in any of the Plural zones were advised not to travel in hyperspace and did so at their own risk. Everybody, they said, knew that. They tittered slightly and shook their heads.

The history of The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy is one of idealism, struggle, despair, passion, success, failure, and enormously long lunch-breaks.

It is worth repeating at this point the theories that Ford had come up with, on his first encounter with human beings, to account for their peculiar habit of continually stating and restating the very very obvious, as in 'It's a nice day,' or 'You're very tall,' or 'So this is it, we're going to die.' His first theory was that if human beings didn't keep exercising their lips, their mouths probably seized up.

Esa muchacha es una de las formas de vida orgánica menos sumida en la ignorancia y menos torpe que he tenido la profunda falta de placer de no ser capaz de evitar conocer

None of them was entirely satisfactory: either the climate wasn't quite right in the latter part of the afternoon, or the day was half an hour too long, or the sea was exactly the wrong shade of pink.

Good luck to you. There is an awful lot of stuff you don't know anything about, but you are not alone in this. It's just that in your case the consequences of not knowing any of this stuff are particularly terrible, but then, hey, that's just the way the cookie gets completely stomped on and obliterated.

The only places you could ever feel were right were worlds you designed for yourself to inhabit—virtual realities in the electric clubs. It had never occurred to her that the real Universe was something you could actually fit into.

the first phase is characterized by the question How can we eat?, the second by the question Why do we eat?, and the third by the question Where shall we have lunch?

Arthur could almost imagine Paul McCartney sitting with his feet up by the fire one evening

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

quick bite at the Restaurant at the End of the Universe.

How can you tell there's anything out there?' said the man politely. 'The door's closed.

looked excitingly purposeful, with large video screens ranged over the control and guidance system panels on the concave wall, and long banks of computers set into the convex wall. In one corner a robot sat humped