Axa

Kopš ceturtdienas nebiju gulējusi mājās, māte jau sāka mani saukt par 'pazudušo meitu'.
Bija tik dīvaini vakar atgriezties beidzot savā gultā, kura bija apkrauta ar dažnedažādām mantām, ko biju tur pametusi savā steigā. Viss tika nomests zemē, jo vienīgais, par ko spēju domāt bija iekrist savos spilvenos un aizmigt. Šovakar nāksies piekārtot, jo vairs nespēju dzīvot bardakā.
Istaba bija kļuvusi auksta un viņā valdīja tāds tukšs klusums. Jāatgriež tajā atkal dzīvība...

In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and has been widely regarded as a bad move.

There is a theory which states that if ever anybody discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There is another theory which states that this has already happened.

Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so.

Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others, are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so.

Space is big. You just won't believe how vastly, hugely, mind- bogglingly big it is. I mean, you may think it's a long way down the road to the chemist's, but that's just peanuts to space.

My doctor says that I have a malformed public-duty gland and a natural deficiency in moral fiber, and that I am therefore excused from saving Universes.

A common mistake people make when trying to design something completely foolproof is to underestimate the ingenuity of complete fools.

 And wow! Hey! What's this thing coming towards me very fast? Very very fast. So big and flat and round, it needs a big wide sounding word like... ow... ound... round... ground! That's it! That's a good name - ground! I wonder if it will be friends with me?