For a moment, nothing happened. Then, after a second or so, nothing continued to happen.
This must be Thursday. I never could get the hang of Thursdays.
We have normality. I repeat, we have normality. Anything you still can't cope with is therefore your own problem.
Life,” said Marvin dolefully, “loathe it or ignore it, you can’t like it.
What's up?" [asked Ford.] I don't know," said Marvin, "I've never been there.
Who is this god person anyway?
How many roads must a man walk down?
Ford... you're turning into a penguin. Stop it.