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is mathematically compounded of ambition, distraction, uglification and derision

May we take it that he was in exceptionally lively spirits?" suggested Counsel. "Take it in any spirit you like," muttered the witness, adding, more happily, "Take a peg of John Begg.

I had been fed, in my youth, a lot of old wives' tales about the way men would instantly forsake a beautiful woman to flock around a brilliant one. It is but fair to say that, after getting out in the world, I had never seen this happen. [From a column dated November 17, 1928]

Misfortune, and recited misfortune especially, can be prolonged to the point where it ceases to excite pity and arouses only irritation.

The only "ism" Hollywood believes in is plagiarism.

The cure to boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity.

It is that word 'hunny,' my darlings, that marks the first place in The House at Pooh Corner at which Tonstant Weader fwowed up.

When asked by her publisher why her work had not been submitted while on her honeymoon: I've been too fucking busy or vice versa

When you're awake, all the men go and fall for you - Sleep, pretty lady, and give me a chance (From the poem Lullaby)

Dance, you jazz-mad puppets of fate, and

The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity.

I trust you told her I had succumbed to lethargic encephalitis suddenly, no flowers by request.

As for the coyote, he was nothing like his cartoon icon. He was sleek, fast, healthy and apparently without an anvil or Acme product of any kind.

Prohibition, unfortunately, lures criminals. Simple as that. Creates 'em, even.

If the English language made any sense, a catastrophe would be an apostrophe with fur.

The Hitch-Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy also mentions alcohol. It says that the best drink in existence is the Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster, the effect of which is like having your brains smashed out with a slice of lemon wrapped round a large gold brick.

Meanwhile, the poor Babel fish, by effectively removing all barriers to communication between different races and cultures, has caused more and bloodier wars than anything else in the history of creation.

We have normality. I repeat, we have normality. Anything you still can't cope with is therefore your own problem.

Hey, you sass that hoopy Ford Prefect? There's a frood who really knows where his towel is. (Sass: know, be aware of, meet, have sex with; hoopy: really together guy; frood: really amazingly together guy.)

Ford carried on counting quietly. This is about the most aggressive thing you can do to a computer, the equivalent of going up to a human being and saying Blood...blood...blood...blood...

I like the cover, he said. Don't Panic. It's the first helpful or intelligible thing anybody's said to me all day.

The door was the way to... to... The Door was The Way. Good. Capital letters were always the best way of dealing with things you didn't have a good answer to.

Shee, you guys are so unhip it's a wonder your bums don't fall off.

We are now cruising at a level of two to the power of twenty-five thousand to one against and falling, and we will be restoring normality just as soon as we are sure what is normal anyway.