Quotes About Douglas Adams

Listen!" said Roosta urgently. "You can kill a man, destroy his body, break his spirit, but only the Total Perspective Vortex can annihilate a man's soul! The treatment lasts seconds, but the effects last the rest of your life!

Arthur Dent, you are not merely a cruel and heartless man, you are also staggeringly tactless.

You're crazy, Zaphod," he was saying, "Magrathea is a myth, a fairy story, it's what parents tell their kids about at night if they want them to grow up to become economists

Eddies," said Ford, "in the space-time continuum." "Ah," nodded Arthur, "is he. Is he.

Here is what to do if you want to get a lift from a Vogon: forget it. They are one of the most unpleasant races in the Galaxy—not actually evil, but bad-tempered, bureaucratic, officious and callous.

flashed one of those grins of his which always made people think he'd been overdoing things recently and should try to get some rest.

What sort of ship are we in?' asked Arthur as the pit of eternity yawned beneath them. 'I don't know,' said Ford, 'I haven't opened my eyes yet.

Wearily I sit here, pain and misery my only companions. And vast intelligence of course. And infinite sorrow.

Ford had another Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster, the drink which has been described as the alcoholic equivalent of a mugging – expensive and bad for the head.

I know that astrology isn't a science," said Gail. "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.

All right' said Deep Thought. 'The Answer to the Great Question...' [...] 'Is...' said Deep Thought, and paused. [...] 'Forty-two,' said Deep Thought, with infinite majesty and calm.

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

He tossed over The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy and then curled up into a foetal ball to prepare himself for the jump. At that moment the bottom fell out of Arthur's mind.

Oh dear,' says God, 'I hadn't thought of that,' and promptly vanishes in a puff of logic.

He gestured Arthur towards a chair which looked as if it had been made out of the ribcage of a stegosaurus. 'It was made out of the ribcage of a stegosaurus,' explained the old man

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

Zaphod did not want to tangle with them and, deciding that just as discretion was the better part of valour, so was cowardice the better part of discretion, he valiantly hid himself in a cupboard.

The F-15 came out of the clouds on combat power, unleashing a trail of death and lead in its wastes!

In so far as it is possible for a green blur to arch its eyebrows disdainfully, this is what the green blur now did.

Will you open up the exit hatch, please, computer?

Presumably he would know what the Question to the Ultimate Answer is. It's always bothered me that we never found out." "Think of a number," said the computer, "any number.

He pointed down into the crater. 'Is that robot yours?' he said. 'No,' came a thin metallic voice from the crater, 'I'm mine.' 'If you'd call it a robot,' muttered Arthur. 'It's more a sort of electronic sulking machine.' 'Bring it,' said the old man.

Look," said Zaphod, "I'm up to here with cool, okay? 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.

Yeah, could you just sort of keep this robot with you and guard this end of the passageway. Okay?" "Guard?" said Arthur. "What from? You just said there's no one here." "Yeah, well, just for safety, okay?" said Zaphod. "Whose? Yours or mine?