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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.
"All right," said Deep Thought. "The Answer to the Great Question..." "Yes...!" "Of Life, the Universe and Everything..." said Deep Thought. "Yes...!" "Is..." said Deep Thought, and paused. "Yes...!" "Is..." "Yes...!!!...?" "Forty-two," said Deep Thought, with infinite majesty and calm.
There is art, it says, or rather, a knack to flying. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss...Clearly, it is this second part, the missing, which presents the difficulties.
It must be a Thursday. I could never get the hang of Thursday.
It is known that there are an infinite number of worlds...However, not every one of them is inhabited. Therefore, there must be a finite number of inhabited worlds. Any finite number divided by infinity is as near to nothing as makes no odds, so the average population of all the planets in the Universe can be said to be zero. From this it follows that the population of the whole Universe is also zero, and that any people you may meet from time to time are merely the products of a deranged imagination.
Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so.
There is a theory which states that if ever anyone 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.
Ford: "It's unpleasantly like being drunk." Arthur: "What's so unpleasant about being drunk?" Ford: "You ask a glass of water."
The effect of a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster is like having your brains smashed out by a slice of lemon wrapped round a large gold brick.
Ford: "Life," he said, "is like a grapefruit." Creature:"Er, how so?" Ford: "Well, it's sort of orangey-yellow and dimpled on the outside, wet and squidgy in the middle. It's got pips inside, too. Oh, and some people have half a one for breakfast."
He hoped and prayed that there wasn't an afterlife. Then he realized there was a contradiction involved here and merely hoped that there wasn't an afterlife.
To summarize the summary: anyone who is capable of getting themselves made President should on no account be allowed to do the job. To summarize the summary of the summary: people are a problem.
"My doctor says that I have a malformed public-duty gland and a natural deficiency in moral fibre," Ford muttered to himself, "and that I am therefore excused from saving Universes."
خيام اگر ز باده مستى خوش باش با ماه رخى اگر نشستى خوش باش چون عاقبت كار جهان نيستى است انگار كه نيستى، چو هستى خوش باش
~Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
"What have I got in my pocket?" ~Bilbo Baggins
"Reports that say that something hasn't happened are always interesting to me, because as we know, there are known knowns; there are things we know we know. We also know there are known unknowns; that is to say we know there are some things we do not know. But there are also unknown unknowns -- the ones we don't know we don't know." ~Donald Rumsfeld
"Winston Churchill once said, 'The eyes are the windows to your face.'" ~Christopher Walken in "Googly Eyes" SNL skit
Σαμερου αδιου ασω: but the morrow is yet to come. ~Coleridge, perhaps others before him, in the intro to "Kubla Khan"
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean :
And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war !
~"Kubla Khan" by Coleridge
Me: What time is is? Cheryl, reading the da vinci code, and in an appropriately serious tone: Time to find the holy grail...
"As in music, in architecture you always need a kind of precision, clarity, but with one condition -- that you have the freedom then to destroy the whole thing." ~Renzo Piano
here, from warblersrule86:
"It's not plagiarism if you admit it." ~Mrs. doornek
Let us therefore agree that the idea of eternal return implies a perspective from which things appear other than as we know them: they appear without the mitigating circumstance of their transitory nature. This mitigating circumstance prevents us from coming to a verdict. For how can we condemn something that is ephemeral, in transit? In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine. Not long ago, I caught myself experiencing a most incredible sensation. Leafing through a book on Hitler, I was touched by some of his portraits: they reminded me of my childhood, I grew up during the war; several members of my family perished in Hitler's concentratiopn camps; but what were their deaths compared with the memories of a lost period in my life, a period that would never return? This reconciliation with Hitler reveals the profound moral perversity of a world that rests essentially on the nonexistence of return, for in this world everything is pardoned in advance and therefore everything cynically permitted. ~The Unbearable Lightness of Being