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The world's about to be destroyed,

There's no point getting all annoyed.

Lie back and let the planet dissolve around you!
"What's up?"

"I don't know," said Marvin, "I've never been there."
"The chances of finding out what's really going on in the universe are so remote, the only thing to do is hang the sense of it and keep yourself occupied. Look at me, I design fjords. I'd far rather be happy than right any day."

"And are you?"

"No, that's where it all falls apart I'm afraid."

"Pity, it sounded like quite a nice lifestyle otherwise."
Looking up into the night sky is looking into infinity - distance is incomprehensible and therefore meaningless.
Curiously enough, the only thing that went through the mind of the bowl of petunias as it fell was Oh no, not again. Many people have speculated that if we knew exactly why the bowl of petunias had thought that we would know a lot more about the nature of the Universe than we do now.
Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?
"But that's not the point!" raged Ford "The point is that I am now a perfectly safe penguin, and my colleague here is rapidly running out of limbs!"

Arthur looked up. "Ford!" he said, "there's an infinite number of monkeys outside who want to talk to us about this script for Hamlet they've worked out."
"You know," said Arthur, "it's at times like this, when I'm trapped in a Vogon airlock with a man from Betelgeuse, and about to die of asphyxiation in deep space that I really wish I'd listened to what my mother told me when I was young."

"Why, what did she tell you?"

"I don't know, I didn't listen."
`I refuse to prove that I exist,' says God, `for proof denies faith, and without faith I am nothing.'

"`But,' says Man, `The Babel fish is a dead giveaway, isn't it? It could not have evolved by chance. It proves you exist, and so therefore, by your own arguments, you don't. QED.'
"Oh, dear," says God. "I hadn't thought of that." And he vanishes in a poof of logic.
The ship hung in the sky in much the same way bricks don't.
Time is an illusion. Lunchtime, doubly so.
He's not the messiah. He's a very naughty boy.
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