Quotes About Work

I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.

Forty-two! yelled Loonquawl. Is that all you've got to show for seven and a half million years' work? I checked it very thoroughly, said the computer, and that quite definitely is the answer. I think the problem, to be quite honest with you, is that you've never actually known what the question is.

Well the hours are good...' ... 'but now you come to mention it, most of the actual minutes are pretty lousy.

He was a man who was charged with the work he did in life because he was not one to ask questions - not so much on account of any natural quality of discretion as because he simply could never think of any questions to ask. ... On the strength of which he had guaranteed himself regular employment for as long as he cared to live.

I live in what are known as hopes. I hope for fascinating and remunerative cases, my secretary hopes that I will pay her, her landlord hopes that she will produce some rent, the Electricity Board hopes that he will settle their bill, and so on. I find it a wonderfully optimistic way of life.

his horoscope had been pretty misleading as well. It had mentioned an unusual amount of planetary activity in his sign and had urged him to differentiate between what he thought he wanted and what he actually needed, and suggested that he should tackle emotional or work problems with determination and complete honesty, but had inexplicably failed to mention that he would be dead before the day was out.

So the hours are pretty good then?" he resumed. The Vogon stared down at him as sluggish thoughts moiled around in the murky depths. "Yeah," he said, "but now you come to mention it, most of the actual minutes are pretty lousy.

In fact, he had always done the bare minimum of research necessary to support these myths. He was lazy, and essentially what he did was allow people's enthusiastic credulity to do the work for him.

The Encyclopaedia Galactica defines a robot as a mechanical apparatus designed to do the work of a man. The marketing division of the Sirius Cybernetics Corporation defines a robot as 'Your Plastic Pal Who's Fun To Be With'.

Who am I? What is my purpose in life? Does it really, cosmically speaking, matter if I don't get up and go to work?

I love deadlines. I love the whooshing noise they make as they go by." ? Douglas Adams, The Salmon of Doubt

Things hit a limit, though, when I was set upon by a pickpocket in a baker's shop. I didn't notice that I was being set upon by a pickpocket, which I am glad of, because I like to work only with professionals.

it is very easy to be blinded to the essential uselessness of them by the sense of achievement you get from getting them to work at all.

I love deadlines," he said once. "I love the whooshing sound they make as they go by.") He died in May 2001—too young. His

MR. L. PROSSER was, as they say, only human. In other words he was a carbon-based bipedal life form descended from an ape. More specifically he was forty, fat and shabby and worked for the local council.

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.

Arthur looked up. 'Ford,' he said, 'there's an infinite number of monkeys outside who want to talk to us about this script for Hamlet they've worked out.

I love deadlines," he said once. "I love the whooshing sound they make as they go by.")

from the tiny spaceport on Easter Island (the name was an entirely meaningless coincidence—in Galacticspeke, easter means small, flat and light-brown) to the Heart of Gold island, which by another meaningless coincidence was called France. One of the side effects of work on the Heart of Gold was a whole string of pretty meaningless coincidences.

here's something to occupy you and keep your mind off things.' 'It won't work,' droned Marvin, 'I have an exceptionally large mind.

Destiny is what we work toward. The future doesn't exist yet. Fate is for losers!

You keep waiting for the moral of your life to become obvious, but it never does. Work, work, work: No moral. No plot. No eureka! Just production schedules and days. You might as well be living inside a photocopier. Your lives are all they're ever going to be.

Face it: You're always just a breath away from a job in telemarketing.

At meetings you have to explain what you've accomplished, so naturally you fluff up your work a bit, like pillows on a couch.