The little waiter’s eyebrows wandered about his forehead in confusion.
You barbarians!’ he yelled. ‘I’ll sue the council for every penny it’s got! I’ll have you hung, drawn and quartered! And whipped! And boiled…until…until…until…until you’ve had enough.’Ford was running after him. Very very fast.’And then...
The knack of flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.
He inched his way up the corridor as if he would rather be yarding his way down it…
Why’s this fish so bloody good?” he demanded, angrily.
I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.
I’d take the awe of understanding over the awe of ignorance any day.
People who need to bully you are the easiest to push around.
This must be Thursday. I never could get the hang of Thursdays.
No, that’s just perfectly normal paranoia. Everyone in the Universe has that.
Writing is easy. You only need to stare at a piece of blank paper until your forehead bleeds