Quotes About Choice

By this I mean that millions of people are unqualified for parenthood and should remain childless, Ingle explained in the book's forewored.

Evil is the soul's choice of the not-God. The corollary is that damnation, or hell, is the permanent choice of the not-God. God does not (in the monstrous old-fashioned phrase) "send" anybody to hell; hell is that state of the soul in which its choice becomes obdurate and fixed; the punishment (so to call it) of that soul is to remain eternally in the state that it has chosen.

The possibility of evil exists from the moment that a creature is made that can love and do good because it chooses and not because it is unable to do anything else. The actuality of evil exists from the moment that that choice is exercised in the wrong direction.

Murder could be a psychological alternative to suicide.

The waiter approached. 'Would you like to see the menu?' he said. 'Or would you like to meet the Dish of the Day?' 'Huh?' said Ford. 'Huh?' said Arthur. 'Huh?' said Trillian. 'That's cool,' said Zaphod. 'We'll meet the meat.

I'd far rather be happy than right any day. And are you? No. That's where it all falls down, of course. Pity, said Arthur. It sounded like rather a good lifestyle otherwise.

Would you like to see the menu? he said, or would you like meet the Dish of the Day? ... "Good evening," it lowed and sat back heavily on its haunches, "I am the main Dish of the Day. May I interest you in parts of my body?

The great thing about being the only species that makes a distinction between right and wrong is that we can make up the rules for ourselves as we go along.

Freedom, he said out loud... I can't cope with it..

Everybody has their moment of great opportunity in life. If you happen to miss the one you care about, then everything else in life becomes eerily easy.

People living at point C, being a point directly in between, are often given to wonder what's so great about point A that so many people from point B are so keen to get there, and what's so great about point B that so many people from point A are so keen to get there. They often wish that people would just once and for all work out where the hell they wanted to be.

the great thing about being the only species that makes a distiction between right and wrong is that we can make up the rules for ourselves as we go along.

You mean they actually vote for the lizards?' 'Oh yes,' said Ford with a shrug, 'of course.' 'But,' said Arthur, going for the big one again, 'why?' 'Because if they didn't vote for a lizard,' said Ford, 'the wrong lizard might get in.

Don't pick it up, pick it up, pick i— "Don't pick it up, pick it up, pick i— "Don't pick it up, pick it up, pick i—

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'd far rather be happy than right any day.' 'And are you?' 'No. That's where it all falls down, of course.

Shall I leave the window open or would you like to try the door?" she said with a sniff.

Think of a number, any number." "Er, five," said the mattress. "Wrong," said Marvin. "You see?" The

Desde luego, la ciencia ha logrado cosas maravillosas, pero yo preferiría, con mucho, ser feliz.

You mean they actually vote for the lizards?" "Oh yes," said Ford with a shrug, "of course." "But," said Arthur, going for the big one again, "why?" "Because if they didn't vote for a lizard," said Ford, "the wrong lizard might get in. Got any gin?

Yaln?zca önümde durup da beni, kendisini yemeÄŸe davet eden bir hayvan? yemek istemiyorum o kadar, dedi Arthur, bu insafs?zl?k. Yenilmek istemeyen bir hayvan? yemekten iyidir, dedi Zaphod.

What I lost, I think, was a whole other life." "Everybody does that. Every moment of every day. Every single decision we make, every breath we draw, opens some doors and closes many others. Most of them we don't notice. Some we do. Sounds like you noticed one.

Be', c'è questo Dio, il vostro Dio, che piazza un melo in mezzo al giardino e dice: Ragazzi, fate quello che volete, ma non mangiate le mele. Caso straordinario, loro addentano una mela, ed ecco che lui ti salta fuori da dietro un cespuglio gridando: Vi ho beccati, vi ho beccati!. Non avrebbe fatto molta differenza se non avessero mangiato la mela. [...] quando hai a che fare con quel tipo di dei, in trappola ci cadi sempre.

I go up, said the elevator, or down. Good, said Zaphod, We're going up. Or down, the elevator reminded him. Yeah, OK, up please. There was a moment of silence. Down's very nice, suggested the elevator hopefully. Oh yeah? Super. Good, said Zaphod, Now will you take us up?