Book: Hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy

In those days hearts were brave and the stakes are high, men were real men, women real women, and small furry creatures from alpha Centauri were small furry creatures from alpha Centauri.

I have a headache when I try to stoop to your level of thinking.

I don't want to die! I have a headache! I don't want to go to heaven with a headache!

Mr l Prosser was, as they say, only human, in other words carbon-based bipedal life form, which derives its origin from apes.

For a moment nothing happened. Then, after a second or two, nothing continued to happen.

Funny thing about life, is a tragic tone he said. - I think that is the limit, no worse... And then it becomes more loathsome!

Arthur stared at the screens, blinking his eyes. He lacked something very important... Suddenly he realized:
And tea on this ship have?

- What was it?
- I cried!
- No! Shut up! Looks like we have a problem.
- Are you saying that we have a problem?!
- Dentrassi?
- No, that's boots with steel cleats.
And who's this then?
- Well, if we're lucky, it's just the Vogons come to throw us into space.
And if you're not lucky?
- If you're not lucky, it means that the captain wasn't kidding when he promised at first to read us their poems.

They won't lift a finger to save their own grandmother from the ferocious Beast of Cocobola with Tralia, without an order, certified in three copies, incoming, outgoing, queried, lost, found, transferred to a General inquiry, lost again, and finally decayed and thrown in the trash.

- Did you have enough time to make suggestions and complaints.
- Enough time? Enough time! I first heard about it from a worker who came here yesterday. I asked him did he clean the Windows, and he said "no, I came to demolish your house." Of course, he didn't tell me this immediately. Hell. First he wiped a couple of Windows and charged me a fiver. And then said.

Anything I said the wrong thing? - said Marvin. In this case, excuse me. I must admit, I'm in a pissy mood, I'm depressed... Oh God, another self-satisfied door. Life! Don't talk to me about life.

Many believe that if we knew why the bowl of petunias thought what I thought, we would more deeply understand the nature of the universe.

Science, of course, works wonders, but happiness is much more valuable than innocence.

For the most successful life eventually became rather dull and monotonous. And that's beginning to seem that the whole point in some flaw inherent in the worlds where they lived: the weather in the evening is spoiled, a day for half an hour longer, then rose the sea is not of the shade.