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Hooloovoo (a Hooloovoo is a superintelligent shade of the color blue)

He was by no means a great warrior; in fact he was a nervous, worried man.

You haven’t got a leg to stand on and you know it.

most of these were largely concerned with the movements of small green pieces of paper, which is odd because on the whole it wasn’t the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy.

As soon as Mr. Prosser realized that he was substantially the loser after all, it was as if a weight lifted itself off his shoulders: this was more like the world as he knew it. He sighed

“Did I do anything wrong today,” he said, “or has the world always been like this and I’ve been too wrapped up in myself to notice?”

Only six people in the Galaxy knew that the job of the Galactic President was not to wield power but to attract attention away from it.

Zaphod Beeblebrox was amazingly good at his job

“Charming man,” he said. “I wish I had a daughter so I could forbid her to marry one …”