"Ford carried on counting quietly. This is about the most aggressive thing you can do to a computer, the equivalent of going up to a human being and saying "Blood...blood...blood...blood..."
"The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don't."
"What does it matter? Science has achieved some wonderful things, of course, but I'd far rather be happy than right any day."
"One of the things Ford Prefect had always found hardest to understand about humans was their habit of continually stating and repeating the very very obvious."
"This must be Thursday,' said Arthur to himself, sinking low over his beer. 'I never could get the hang of Thursdays."
"Exactly!"said Deep Thought. "So once you do know what the question actually is, you'll know what the answer means."