Author of quotes: Douglas Adams. Page 1

Flight is an art, or rather, a skill. The trick is to learn to throw his body in the earth's surface and at the same time to miss.

I much rather be happy than right.

In the beginning the universe was created. Many people it angered and often was regarded as a very rash step.
In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and has been widely regarded as a bad move.

I love deadlines. I love the whistling, which they, like the wind, rushing past.
I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.

The surprise experienced Gordon way from his sudden death, does not go to any comparison with what followed.

Words uttered thoughtlessly, as if they didn't have anything really serious, given the opportunity to leak the true things that otherwise would never be able to make itself felt.

There were no cases, someone was killed before lunch. Well, not a single. People are not able to do so. To increase both blood sugar and blood lust, you need a good lunch.

- I'm a private detective. I get paid to exhibit curiosity and forwardness, it's my profession.
- How sad. In my opinion, much more fun to be curious and pushy in his spare time.

Impossible three times in a row to raise the same topic so it has not lost such an important quality as unintentioalness.

Well, it feels like a whole day and night playing world of tag. The morning started such a plight, worse, and impossible to imagine, and then, ever clutch, it's slipping away from his hands. Yes, indeed, very like trying to ride skittish horses - one foot in the stirrup, and the other hopelessly dragging behind on the ground.

The founder died, taking the lethal dose brick wall with a Ferrari and a bottle of tequila.

There are people to whom you are imbued with sympathy at first sight, others begin to like you over time, and there are those who want to push yourself away from any stick with a sharp end.

About this he was informed by the subconscious mind - the Moody obnoxious part of the human brain, which never answers the question directly, only gives some suggestive hints, and then again immersed in itself, something quietly buzzing, and doesn't say anything articulate.

All these articles, of course, was offensive, and almost nobody in the country did not pay any attention to them, except for only a few million, who loved insulting and cruel things.