“That wish! Once it’s granted, it will unravel the fabric of time itself! It violates the laws of karmic destiny! Are you trying to become a god?!”
Ray, when someone asks you if you’re a god, you say “YES”!
“Jobe, listen to yourself right now. The first sign of psychosis is a Christ complex.”
“CyberChrist.”
I wanna tell you a little secret, being the one is just like being in love. No one needs to tell you you are in love, you just know it, through and through.
“Word spread because word will spread. Stories and secrets fight, stories win, shed new secrets, which new stories fight, and on.”
He had become a personality, something they had filtered out of the system many decades ago. But there it was, and there he was, a very definitely imposing personality. In certain middle-class circles it was thought disgusting. Vulgar ostentation. Anarchistic. Shameful. In others, there was only sniggering, those strata where thought is subjugated to form and ritual, niceties, proprieties. But down below, ah, down below, where the people always needed their saints and sinners, their bread and circuses, their heroes and villains, he was considered a Bolivar; a Napoleon; a Robin Hood; a Dick Bong (Ace of Aces); a Jesus; a Jomo Kenyatta.
Only six people in the Galaxy knew that the job of the Galactic President was not to wield power but to attract attention away from it.
Zaphod Beeblebrox was amazingly good at his job.
Boy, these two hour work days are KILLING me.
Sometimes there’s not a better way. Sometimes there’s only the hard way.
Never tell me the odds!
Maxim 68: Negotiating from a position of strength does not mean you shouldn’t also negotiate from a position near the exits.
That’s the funny thing about trying to escape. You never really can. Maybe temporarily, but not completely.
“We do what we have to do,” she said in a voice that matched the smile perfectly. “And if we can’t do it the easy way, then we do it the hard way. But I’ll tell you this now—all of you. There aren’t enough Peeps in this galaxy to keep me from taking my people home, and I am not going to leave a single person I promised to get off this planet behind me when we go!”
I will make Maggie safe. If the world burns because of that then so be it. Me and the kid will roast some marshmallows.
It’s Not My Planet, Monkey Boy!
Since I was ninja’d by Blue, I’ll respond to that quote:
My function is to “keep Summer safe”, not “keep Summer being, like, totally stoked about, like, the general vibe, and stuff”. That’s you, that’s how you talk.
Bogus.
Why me?
“Why do you attack us?”
“Why not?”
ZAPHOD:
Yeah, yeah, it’s just, I think we’re under attack at the moment, and er -
GAG HALFRUNT:
I hardly like to bother you about a mere five-and-a-half million Altairian dollars -
ZAPHOD:
I’m under attack man!
GAG HALFRUNT:
Ah! Zo you feel you are under attack do you? Vould you like to talk about it?