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

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.

Laser light flickered all over him as if he was a packet of biscuits at a super-market check-out.

Vogons are not above a little bribery and corruption in the same way that the sea is not above the clouds

That sounds perfectly reasonable …" he said in a reassuring tone of voice, wondering who he was trying to reassure.

Oh, and Zaphod? Er, yeah? If you ever find you need help again, you know, if you're in trouble, need a hand out of a tight corner... Yeah? Please don't hesitate to get lost.

Wainwright's Fruit Emporium. Mr Wainwright is not able to take calls at this time since he is not right in the head and thinks he is a cucumber. Thank you for calling.

the average Vogon will not think twice before doing something so pointlessly hideous to you that you will wish you had never been born—or (if you are a clearer minded thinker) that the Vogon had never been born.

And that is what Mauritius is most famous for: the extinction of the dodo.

The best way to get a drink out of a Vogon is to stick your finger down his throat.

The main reception foyer was almost empty but Ford nevertheless weaved his way through it.

Not only is it a wholly remarkable book, it is also a highly successful one – more popular than The Celestial Home Care Omnibus, better selling than Fifty-three More Things to do in Zero Gravity, and more controversial than Oolon Colluphid's trilogy of philosophical blockbusters

Marvin the Paranoid Android

Groop I implore thee," continued the merciless Vogon, "my foonting turlingdromes.

The new bill reads 'To: saving human race from total extinction—no charge.' 

The bits which did mean anything were often so wonderfully buried that no one could ever spot them slipping past in the avalanche of nonsense.

The man was awake but not glad to be.

Arthur! You're safe! A voice cried. Am I? said Arthur, rather startled. Oh, good.

The stories had, of course, been offensive and callously insensitive and had largely been ignored by everybody in the country except for those very few millions who were keen on offensive and callously insensitive things.

Dirk nearly exploded with pain and howled so loudly that he almost attracted the attention of a waiter.

He gestured Arthur toward a chair which looked as if it had been made out of the rib cage of a stegosaurus. "It was made out of the rib cage of a stegosaurus

Slartibartfast's study was a total mess, like the results of an explosion in a public library.

And that reminds me: Random, I forbid you to marry a Vogon! RANDOM: You what? ARTHUR: Nothing. Just fulfilling a promise I made to myself a long time ago.