Don't Panic!
There is an art, it says, or rather, a knack to flying [without a plane]. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.
I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.
For a moment, nothing happened. Then, after a second or so, nothing continued to happen.
This must be Thursday. [It is.] I never could get the hang of Thursdays.
Any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still know where his towel is, is clearly a man to be reckoned with.
It is a mistake to think you can solve any major problems just with potatoes.
The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don't.
There is a theory which states that if ever anybody discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There is another theory which states that this has already happened.