Quotes About Galactic

we inhabit a universe that is nuclear powered. All the stars draw energy from nuclear reactions;

The History of every major Galactic Civilization tends to pass through three distinct and recognizable phases, those of Survival, Inquiry and Sophistication, otherwise known as the How, Why, and Where phases. For instance, 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?

It startled him even more when just after he was awarded the Galactic Institute's Prize for Extreme Cleverness he got lynched by a rampaging mob of respectable physicists who had finally realized that the one thing they really couldn't stand was a smartass.

What is this? Some sort of galactic hyperhearse?

Only six people in the Galaxy knew that the job of the Galactic President was not to wield power but to attract attention away from it. Zaphod Beeblebrox was amazingly good at his job.

This is Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz of the Galactic Hyperspace Planning Council," the voice continued. "As you will no doubt be aware, the plans for development of the outlying regions of the Galaxy require the building of a hyperspatial express route through your star system, and regrettably your planet is one of those scheduled for demolition. The process will take slightly less than two of your Earth minutes. Thank you.

Ten million years, Earthman, can you conceive of that kind of time span? A galactic civilization could grow from a single worm five times over in that time. Gone." He paused. "Well, that's bureaucracy for you

Sensational new breakthrough in Improbability Physics. As soon as the ship's drive reaches Infinite Improbability it passes through every point in the Universe. Be the envy of other major governments.' Wow, this is big league stuff." Ford hunted excitedly through the technical specs of the ship, occasionally gasping with astonishment at what he read— clearly Galactic astrotechnology had moved ahead during the years of his exile.

Ten million years, Earthman . . . can you conceive of that kind of time span? A galactic civilization could grow from a single worm five times over in that time. Gone.' He paused.

So I reckon, what's so secret that I can't let anybody know I know it, not the Galactic Government, not even myself? And the answer is I don't know. Obviously. But I put a few things together and I can begin to guess. When did I decide to run for President? Shortly after the death of President Yooden Vranx.

the editors, having to meet a publishing deadline, copied the information off the back of a packet of breakfast cereal, hastily embroidering it with a few footnotes in order to avoid prosecution under the incomprehensibly tortuous Galactic Copyright laws. It is interesting to note that a later and wilier editor sent the book backward in time through a temporal warp, and then successfully sued the breakfast cereal company for infringement of the same laws.

the job of the Galactic President was not to wield power but to attract attention away from it.

It startled him even more when just after he was awarded the Galactic Institute's Prize for Extreme Cleverness he got lynched by a rampaging mob of respectable physicists who had finally realized that the one thing they really couldn't stand was a smart-ass.

Esta no es la historia de la muchacha. Sino la de aquella catástrofe terrible y estúpida, y la de algunas de sus consecuencias. También es la historia de un libro, titulado Guía del autoestopista galáctico; no se trata de un libro terrestre, pues nunca se publicó en la Tierra y, hasta que ocurrió la terrible catástrofe, ningún terrícola lo vio ni oyó hablar de él.

economic recession?" "Well, you see, five million years ago the Galactic economy collapsed, and seeing that custom-built planets are something of a luxury commodity, you see …

La Guida galattica per gli autostoppisti nomina l'alcol. Dice che la miglior bevanda alcolica che esiste è il Gotto Esplosivo Pangalattico. Dice che quando si beve un Gotto Esplosivo Pangalattico si ha l'impressione che il cervello venga spappolato da una fetta di limone legata intorno a un grosso mattone d'oro.

The computers were index-linked to the Galactic stock-market prices, you see, so that we'd all be revived when everybody else had rebuilt the economy enough to afford our rather expensive services.

then sat down to do what every galactic hitchhiker ends up spending most of his time doing. They waited for a flying saucer to come by.

How far did we just travel? he said. About ... said Slartibartfast, about two thirds of the way across the Galactic disc, I would say, roughly. Yes, roughly two thirds, I think. It's a strange thing, said Arthur quietly, that the further and faster one travels across the Universe, the more one's position in it seems to be largely immaterial, and one is filled with a profound, or rather emptied of a ... Yes, very strange, said Ford.

This discovery will draw us closer to the day when humanity can cast aside its evil ways and eventually join the galactic civilization.

A star has died. Elsewhere in the cosmos, in an unremarkable corner of one galactic arm, a child was born. Such is the balance of existence.

His Vengeance is an insatiable engine fueled by burning wrath generating a boundless galactic nightmare

can participate in interstellar conversation. Yet there is inherent asymmetry in galactic radio discourse. It is much easier to listen than to transmit. A huge gulf yawns between the ability to build a radio telescope and the ability to mount a sustained multimillennial broadcasting and listening program. We cannot reasonably search for our equals.

This orbit defines another timescale that was hidden to us before the twentieth century: we complete one lap around our galaxy about every 225 million years.5 We can assemble a scrapbook of our cosmic history measured out in these galactic, or "cosmic," years. Our universe seems to have been around for about sixty-one of them,* and Earth has almost reached the galactic age of twenty-one. As a biosphere, we're still a teenager of sixteen or seventeen galactic years. We