Quotes About Friendship

And wow! Hey! What's this thing suddenly coming toward me very fast? Very, very fast. So big and flat and round, it needs a big wide-sounding name like Ã¢â'¬Â¦ ow Ã¢â'¬Â¦ ound Ã¢â'¬Â¦ round Ã¢â'¬Â¦ ground! That's it! That's a good name—ground! I wonder if it will be friends with me? And the rest, after a sudden wet thud, was silence.

Well, you look well on it.' `I feel well. You look well.' `I'm well. I'm very well.' `Well, that's good.' `Yes.' `Good.' `Good.' `Nice of you to drop in.' `Thanks.' `Well,' said Arthur, casting around himself. Astounding how hard it was to think of anything to say to someone after all this time.

Now, said Benjy mouse, to business. Ford and Zaphod clinked their glasses together. To business! they said. I beg your pardon? said Benjy. Ford looked round. Sorry, I thought you were proposing a toast, he said.

What's that?" he yelped. "Don't worry," said Ford, "they haven't started yet." "Thank God for that," said Arthur, and relaxed. "It's probably just your house being knocked down

Hey, you sass that hoopy Ford Prefect? There's a frood who really knows where his towel is.

Since Douglas died he has come to mind with astonishing frequency, which seems to be the experience of many who were close to him. His presence is still remarkably powerful nearly a year after his death, and I can't help thinking he had a hand in the amazing ease with which this book came together. I know he would have keenly wanted you to enjoy it, and I hope you will.

Hi! I hope you enjoyed that Introduction to this Introduction to the New Edition. I know that some of you may think it unimportant that Douglas's final volume should have the distinction of a World Record of this sort. But, as a friend, I often felt that Douglas was sadly shortchanged in the matter of Introductions.

Listen, Ford," said Zaphod, "everything's cool and froody." "You mean everything's under control." "No," said Zaphod, "I do not mean everything's under control. That would not be cool and froody.

Ah, thank you,' said Ford. He and Arthur took their jynnan tonnyx. Arthur sipped his, and was surprised to discover it tasted very like a whisky and soda.

Asking people about their opinions is a very good way of making friends. Telling them about your own opinions can also work, but not always quite as well. Nowadays

But how are you, metalman?' said Ford. 'Very depressed.' 'What's up?' 'I don't know,' said Marvin, 'I've never been there.' 'Why,' said Ford squatting down beside him and shivering, 'are you lying face down in the dust?' 'It's a very effective way of being wretched,' said Marvin. 'Don't pretend you want to talk to me, I know you hate me.

First, it is slightly cheaper; and second, it has the words DON'T PANIC inscribed in large friendly letters on its cover.

And if you want to pop off for a quick one yourself later on," said Ford, "we can always cover for you in return.

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

Hey, what happened with all that anyway?' 'Just life,' said Arthur, and plucked a beer from a six-pack. 'Oh, that again,' said Ford. 'I thought it might be something like that. I prefer this stuff,' he said as Rick's bar flickered onto the screen.

?ovjek pokraj Forda se dosad ve? malo nacvrcao. O?i su mu zavijugale do Forda. Mislio sam, rekao je, da kad svijet propada treba le?i na pod i staviti papirnatu kesu na glavu ili tako nešto. Ako ho?ete, možete, re?e Ford. Tako su nam rekli u vojsci, rekao je ?ovjek, a o?i su mu krenule na dug put natrag do njegovog viskija. To ?e pomo?i?, upita barmen. Ne, rekao je Ford im prijateljski se osmjehnuo.

We've got to talk,' he said urgently. 'Fine,' said Arthur, 'talk.' 'And drink,' said Ford. 'It's vitally important that we talk and drink. Now.

Se ti chiedessi dove diavolo siamo – disse Arthur con voce fioca – potrei poi pentirmene? Ford si alzò. – Siamo in salvo – disse. – Oh, bene! – disse Arthur. – Siamo in una piccola cambusa – disse Ford – in una delle astronavi della Flotta Costruzioni Stradali Vogon. – Ah! – disse Arthur. – Questo è un modo di usare l'espressione in salvo che ancora non conoscevo.

I said I ordered us some foie gras." "Oh," said Arthur, vaguely. "Um, I always feel a bit bad about foie gras. Bit cruel to the geese, isn't it?" "Fuck 'em," said Ford, slumping on the bed. "You can't care about every damn thing.

But how are you, metalman?" said Ford. "Very depressed.

But can we trust him?' he said. 'Myself, I'd trust him to the end of the Earth,' said Ford. 'Oh yes,' said Arthur, 'and how far's that?' 'About twelve minutes away,' said Ford. 'Come on, I need a drink.

Great to see you big boy, how's the noise? You're looking great, really very, very fat and unwell. Amazing.

At least there's nothing scary about him and hopefully he doesn't see anything scary in me. We go way back, to summer camp. We KNOW each other. People I don't know just make me want to say YIKES! I'll take history over mystery any day of the week.

My mood has changed now. And the sun has gone behind the clouds. I'm in this mood I feel occasionally... this mood where there's a very good friend nearby who I should be phoning. If only I could reach that friend and talk, then everything would be just fine. The dilemma is, of course, I just don't know who that friend is. But in my heart I know my mood is merely me feeling disconnected from my true inner self.