Douglas Adams
Douglas Adams
Douglas Noel Adamswas an English author, scriptwriter, essayist, humorist, satirist and dramatist...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth11 March 1952
sea two sun
Our favourite item was the balcony that overlooked the sea because it had an awning that you lowered by pressing an electric switch. The switch had two settings. You could either turn it to AUTO, in which case the awning lowered itself whenever the sun came out, or you could set it to MANUEL [sic], in which case, we assumed, a small, incompetent Spanish waiter came and did it for you.
voice people pieces
Could be. I’m a pretty dangerous dude when I’m cornered.” “Yeah,” said the voice from under the table, “you go to pieces so fast people get hit by the shrapnel.
eyebrows confusion littles
The little waiter's eyebrows wandered about his forehead in confusion.
men ultimate-questions hitchhikers-guide-to-the-galaxy
How many roads must a man walk down?
beach real house
A beach house isn't just real estate. It's a state of mind.
puff hitchhiking logic
Oh dear,' says God, 'I hadn't thought of that,' and promptly vanishes in a puff of logic.
years firsts said
The first ten million years were the worst," said Marvin, "and the second ten million years, they were the worst too. The third ten million years I didn't enjoy at all. After that I went into a bit of a decline.
Dirk was, for one of the few times in a life of exuberantly prolific loquacity, wordless.
heaven want headache
I don't want to die now!" he yelled. "I've still got a headache! I don't want to go to heaven with a headache, I'd be all cross and wouldn't enjoy it!
nature land pieces
Fiordland, a vast tract of mountainous terrain that occupies the south-west corner of South Island, New Zealand, is one of the most astounding pieces of land anywhere on God's earth, and one's first impulse, standing on a cliff top surveying it all, is simply to burst into spontaneous applause.
wise eye lost-ones
I watched the gorilla's eyes again, wise and knowing eyes, and wondered about this business of trying to teach apes language. Our language. Why? There are many members of our own species who live in and with the forest and know it and understand it. We don't listen to them. What is there to suggest we would listen to anything an ape could tell us? Or that it would be able to tell us of its life in a language that hasn't been born of that life? I thought, maybe it is not that they have yet to gain a language, it is that we have lost one.
thinking way imagine
Imagine" he said, "never even thinking, 'We are alone,' simply because it has never occurred to you to think that there's any other way to be.
breathing way pardon
Pardon me for breathing, which I never do any way so I don’t know why I bother to say it, oh God, I’m so depressed.
thinking doe hitchhiking
Funny, how just when you think life can’t possibly get any worse it suddenly does.