Douglas Noel Adams (11 March 1952 – 11 May 2001) was an English author, scriptwriter, essayist, humorist, satirist and dramatist.
If you stick a Babel fish in your ear you can instantly understand anything said to you in any form of language.
You can't dodge your responsibilities by saying they don't exist!
The system of life on this planet is so astoundingly complex that it was a long time before man even realized that it was a system at all and that it wasn't something that was just there.
Even the evil-looking bird perched on a rod in the bar had stopped screeching out the names and addresses of local contract killers, which was a service it provided for free.
No. No games. He wanted her and didn't care who knew it. He definitely and absolutely wanted her, longed for her, wanted to do more things than there were names for with her.
Goosnargh," said Ford Prefect, which was a special Betelgeusian word he used when he knew he should say something but didn't know what it should be.
If there's any real truth, it's that the entire multidimensional infinity of the Universe is almost certainly being run by a bunch of maniacs.
How do you feel?" he asked him. "Like a military academy," said Arthur. "Bits of me keep on passing out.
You cannot see what I see because you see what you see. You cannot know what I know because you know what you know. What I see and what I know cannot be added to what you see and what you know because they are not of the same kind. Neither can it replace what you see and what you know, because that would be to replace you yourself. " "Hang on, can I write this down?" said Arthur, excitedly fumbling in his pocket for a pencil.
What is the point? We assume that every time we do anything we know what the consequences will be, i. e. , more or less what we intend them to be. This is not only not always correct. It is wildly, crazily, stupidly, cross-eyed-blithering-insectly wrong!
Words used carelessly, as if they did not matter in any serious way, often allowed otherwise well-guarded truths to seep through.
So this is it," said Arthur, "We are going to die. " "Yes," said Ford, "except. . . no! Wait a minute!" He suddenly lunged across the chamber at something behind Arthur's line of vision. "What's this switch?" he cried. "What? Where?" cried Arthur, twisting round. "No, I was only fooling," said Ford, "we are going to die after all.
For as long as he could remember, he’d suffered from a vague nagging feeling of being not all there.
I am rarely happier than when spending an entire day programming my computer.
Time travel, by its very nature, was invented in all periods of history simultaneously.
Looking up into the night sky is looking into infinity — distance is incomprehensible and therefore meaningless
If somebody votes for a party that you don't agree with, you're free to argue about it as much as you like. . . . But on the other hand, if somebody says, 'I mustn't move a light switch on a Saturday,' you say, 'Fine, I respect that. '
Dennis Hutch had stepped up into the top seat when its founder had died of a lethal overdose of brick wall, taken while under the influence of a Ferrari and a bottle of tequila.
The future of computer power is pure simplicity.
The seat received him in a loose and distant kind of way, like an aunt who disapproves of the last fifteen years of your life and will therefore furnish you with a basic sherry, but refuses to catch your eye.