Quotes About Douglas Adams

The best conversation I had was over forty million years ago,' continued Marvin.

Zaphod leaped out of his seat. "Then what's happened to the missiles?" he said. A new and astounding image appeared in the mirrors. "They would appear," said Ford doubtfully, "to have turned into a bowl of petunias and a very surprised-looking whale . . .

once described by Eccentrica Gallumbits as the Best Bang since the Big One

managed to break my nose on my own knee, which, although it was clearly an extraordinary achievement, had the same effect on me that those geological upheavals had on whole civilizations in Rider Haggard novels—it effectively sealed me off from the outside world forever. Various

The man, he believed with an instant effortlessness which would have impressed even a Scientologist, must be a God of some kind to arouse such fervour.

Then who is it?" said Arthur. "Well," said Ford, "if we're lucky it's just the Vogons come to throw us in to space." "And if we're unlucky?" "If we're unlucky," said Ford grimly, "the captain might be serious in his threat that he's going to read us some of his poetry first….

A slow stupefied silence crept over the men as they stared at the computer and then at each other.

With an amazingly balletic movement Zaphod was standing and scanning the horizon, because that was how far the gold ground stretched in every direction, perfectly smooth and solid. It gleamed like … it's impossible to say what it gleamed like because nothing in the Universe gleams in quite the same way that a planet made of solid gold does.

I present you with a simple choice! Either die in the vacuum of space, or …" he paused for melodramatic effect, "tell me how good you thought my poem was!

I figure this," said Zaphod. "Whatever happened to my mind, I did it. And I did it in such a way that it wouldn't be detected by the Government screening tests.

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

He had repaired his ship – that is, he'd watched with alert interest whilst a service robot had repaired it for him. It

He let this feeling subside, and then sat on the sofa – carefully. Trillian sat on it too. It was real. At least, if it wasn't real, it did support them, and as that is what sofas are supposed to do, this, by any test that mattered, was a real sofa.

I think this ship's brand new, said Ford. How can you tell? asked Arthur. Have you got some exotic device for measuring the age of metal? No, I just found this sales brochure lying on floor

May I urge you to consider my liver?" asked the animal, "it must be very rich and tender by now, I've been force-feeding myself for months.

Her laughter seemed to discharge something in the atmosphere. From somewhere at the back of the crowd a single voice started to sing a tune that would have enabled Paul McCartney, had he written it, to buy the world.

Ford, re?e. Aha? Šta ta riba radi u mome uhu? Prevodi ti. To je babilonska ribica. Potraži je u knjizi ako ho?eš. Dobacio mu je Vodi? kroz galaksiju za autostopere a onda se sklup?ao u fetalnu lopticu da se pripremi za skok. U tom trenutku, Arthurov um se raspao. O?i su mu se okrenule naopako. Noge su mu procurile kroz vrh glave. Prostorija oko njega se izravnala, obrnula, nestala i ostavila da kaplje u vlastiti pupak. Prolazili su kroz hipersvemir.

The theology of this seemed a little confused, reflected Dirk, but what was one tiny extra droplet of misinformation in such a raging torrent?

Don't stand there looking like a startled whatsisname, what are those things that aren't seals? Much worse than seals. Big, blubbery things. Dugongs. Don't stand there looking like a startled dugong. Why has that . . .

There is a very simple principle to the making of tea, and it's this—to get the proper flavour of tea, the water has to be boilING (not boilED) when it hits the tea leaves. If it's merely hot, then the tea will be insipid.

All right," said Deep Thought. "The Answer to the Great Question . . ." "Yes . . . !" "Of Life, the Universe and Everything . . ." said Deep Thought. "Yes . . . !" "Is . . ." said Deep Thought, and paused. "Yes . . . !" "Is . . ." "Yes . . . !!! . . . ?" "Forty-two," said Deep Thought, with infinite majesty and calm.

But can we trust him?" he said. "Myself I'd trust him to the end of the Earth," said Ford.

but there comes a point I'm afraid where you begin to suspect that if there's any real truth, it's that the entire multidimensional infinity of the Universe is almost certainly being run by a bunch of maniacs.

I am so amazingly cool you could keep a side of meat in me for a month. I am so hip I have difficulty seeing over my pelvis.