Spring is overrated.

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Douglas Adams

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Spring is overrated. Douglas Adams

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But naturally my shoulder, sir,' mooed the animal contentedly, ‘nobody else's is mine to offer.

I only know as much about myself as my mind can work out under its current conditions. And its current conditions are not good.

Even light, which travels so fast that it takes most races thousands of years to realize that it travels at all, takes time to journey between the stars.

They wouldn't even lift a finger to save their own grandmothers from the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal without orders signed in triplicate, sent in, sent back, queried, lost, found, subjected to public inquiry, lost again, and finally buried in soft peat for three months and recycled as firelighters.

You can't throw us into space, yelled Ford, we're trying to write a book. Resistance is useless! shouted the Vogon guard back at him. It was the first phrase he'd learned when he joined the Vogon Guard Corps.

Richard reflected that Dirk's was a face into which too much had already been put. What with that and the amount he talked, the traffic through his mouth was almost incessant. His ears, on the other hand, remained almost totally unused in normal conversation.

We'll be saying a big hello to all intelligent lifeforms everywhere and to everyone else out there, the secret is to bang the rocks together, guys.

I find the difference, for me, between having no money and having quite a bit is that the bills get bigger. And that's it. The lifestyle doesn't change.

Holy Zarquon, did I ask for an existentialist elevator?

There was one planet off in the seventh dimension that got used as a ball in a game of intergalactic bar billiards. Got potted straight into a black hole.

Thereafter, staggering semiparalytic down the night streets, he would often ask passing policemen if they knew the way to Betelgeuse.

I remember very little about writing the first series of 'Hitchhiker's.' It's almost as if someone else wrote it.

I wanted to be a writer-performer like the Pythons. In fact, I wanted to be John Cleese, and it took me some time to realise that the job was, in fact, taken.

Trouble with a long journey like this,' continued the Captain, 'is that you end up just talking to yourself a lot, which gets terribly boring because half the time you know what you're going to say next.