I love deadlines. I love the whooshing noise they make as they go by.

We are stuck with technology when what we really want is just stuff that works.

We demand rigidly defined areas of doubt and uncertainty!

Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-two million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea.

And all dared to brave unknown terrors, to do mighty deeds, to boldly split infinitives that no man had split before--and thus was the Empire forged.

Why can’t people just learn to live together in peace and harmony?” said Arthur.Ford gave a loud, very hollow laugh.“Forty-two!” he said with a malicious grin. “No, doesn’t work. Never mind.

Could be. I’m a pretty dangerous dude when I’m cornered.”“Yeah,” said the voice from under the table, “you go to pieces so fast people get hit by the shrapnel.

At some distance down the corridor it seemed suddenly as if somebody started to beat on a bass drum.He listened to it for a few seconds and realized that it was just his heart beating.He listened for a few seconds more and realized that it wasn’t his heart beating, it was somebody down the corridor beating on a bass drum.

What's so unpleasant about being drunk?""Ask a glass of water!