Quotes About Douglas Adams

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.

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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.

The last time anybody made a list of the top hundred character attributes of New Yorkers, common sense snuck in at number 79.

What's that, forgone conclusion then you reckon, sir?' said the barman. 'Arsenal without a chance?' 'No, no,' said Ford, 'it's just that the world's about to end.

The Nutri-Matic was designed and manufactured by the Sirius Cybernetics Corporation whose complaints department now covers all the major landmasses of the first three planets in the Sirius Tau Star system. Arthur

You can't possibly be a scientist if you mind people thinking that you're a fool

He smiled the smile that Zaphod had wanted to hit and this time Zaphod hit it.

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Out," he said. People who can supply that amount of firepower don't need to supply verbs as well. Ford and Arthur went out, closely followed by the wrong end of the Kill-O-Zap gun and the buttons. Turning

The daylight shouldered its way in like a squad of policemen and did a lot of what's-all-thising around the room, which, like the bedroom, would have presented anyone of an aesthetic disposition with difficulties.

Of course it isn't. It's just an arbitrary set of rules like chess or tennis or — what's that strange thing you British play?" "Er, cricket? Self-loathing?" "Parliamentary democracy.

Shaving mirror-pointing at the ceiling. He adjusted it. For a moment it reflected a second bulldozer through the bathroom window. Properly adjusted, it reflected Arthur Dent's bristles.

The officer's next point was that I wasn't in the universe, I was in England, a point that has been made to me before.

The little book of instructions suggested that he should simply concentrate 'soulfully' on the question which was 'besieging' him, write it down, ponder on it, enjoy the silence, and then once he had achieved inner harmony and tranquillity he should push the red button. There wasn't a red button, but there was a blue button marked 'Red', and this Dirk took to be the one.

The other was small, roundish, and moved with an ungainly restlessness, like a number of elderly squirrels trying to escape from a sack. His own age was on the older side of completely indeterminate. If

Impact minus twenty seconds, guys …" said the computer. "Then turn the bloody engines back on!" bawled Zaphod. "Oh, sure thing, guys," said the computer. With a subtle roar the engines cut back in, the ship smoothly flattened out of its dive and headed back toward the missiles again.

He attacked everything in life with a mixture of extraordinary genius and naive incompetence and it was often difficult to tell which was which.

Why doesn't anyone turn on this Improbability Drive thing?" he said. "We could probably reach that." "What are you, crazy?" said Zaphod. "Without proper programming anything could happen.

What? Excuse me? "La, a note to follow so . . ." What kind of lame excuse for a line is that? Well, it's obvious what kind of line it is. It's a placeholder.

The Norse God of Thunder looked at her awkwardly. He had to remove his great horned helmet because it was banging against the ceiling and leaving scratch marks in the plaster.