Douglas Adams
Douglas Adams
Douglas Noel Adamswas an English author, scriptwriter, essayist, humorist, satirist and dramatist...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth11 March 1952
conceited littles puppy
Conceited little mega-puppy.
dry sun sponges
He felt like an old sponge steeped in paraffin and left in the sun to dry.
lying book six
Ballycumber (ba-li-KUM-ber) n. One of the six half-read books lying somewhere in your bed.
glasses drunk water
What's so unpleasant about being drunk?" "Ask a glass of water!
people sake facts
The Universe, as has been observed before, is an unsettlingly big place, a fact which for the sake of a quiet life most people tend to ignore.
moving want radio
You ARE Zaphod Beeblebrox?' 'Yeah,' said Zaphod, 'but don't shout it out or they'll all want one.' 'THE Zaphod Beeblebrox?' 'No, just A Zaphod Beeblebrox, didn't you hear I come in six packs?' 'But sir,' it squealed, 'I just heard on the sub-ether radio report. It said you were dead...' 'Yeah, that's right, I just haven't stopped moving yet.
god messages finals
God's Final Message to His Creation: 'We apologize for the inconvenience.
people mind hitchhiking
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.
nice book action
It's guff. It doesn't advance the action. It makes for nice fat books such as the American market thrives on, but it doesn't actually get you anywhere.
children animal littles
It was one of those pictures that children are supposed to like but don't. Full of endearing little animals doing endearing things, you know?
humorous profound doubt
We demand rigidly defined areas of doubt and uncertainty!
body may evening
Would you like to see the menu?" he said, "or would you like meet the Dish of the Day?" ... “Good evening,” it lowed and sat back heavily on its haunches, “I am the main Dish of the Day. May I interest you in parts of my body?
military arthur passing
How do you feel?" he asked him. "Like a military academy," said Arthur. "Bits of me keep on passing out.
moving two knowing
He almost danced to the fridge, found the three least hairy things in it, put them on a plate and watched them intently for two minutes. Since they made no attempt to move within that time he called them breakfast and ate them. Between them they killed a virulent space disease he'd picked up without knowing it in the Flargathon Gas Swamps a few days earlier, which otherwise would have killed off half the population of the Western Hemisphere, blinded the other half, and driven everyone else psychotic and sterile, so the Earth was lucky there.