Ресторан "У конца Вселенной"

There is only one city on Ursa Minor Beta, and that is only called a city because the swimming pools are slightly thicker on the ground there than elsewhere.

– Этот цвет меня бесит, – сказал Зафод, чья влюбленность в корабль растаяла после трех минут полета. – Каждый раз, когда ты жмешь на черную кнопку на черной панели с черной маркировкой на черном фоне, в ответ загорается черный сигнал. Что мы угнали? Галактический катафалк?

``Well,'' he said, ``I think this is perfectly normal behaviour for a Vogon, you know? The natural and healthy channelling of the aggressive instincts into acts of senseless violence.''

``That,'' rumbled the Vogon, ``is what you always say.''

``Well again,'' said Halfrunt, ``I think that this is perfectly normal behaviour for a psychiatrist. Good. We are clearly both very well adjusted in our mental attitudes today.

The Guide is definitive. Reality is often inaccurate.

"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.”

One of the major problems encountered in time travel is not that of accidentally becoming your own father or mother. There is no problem involved in becoming your own father or mother that a broad-minded and well-adjusted family can't cope.

'If I ever meet myself,' said Zaphod, 'I'll hit myself so hard I won't know what's hit me'.

He sat still and ignored the thought furiously. It nagged at him. He ignored it. It nagged at him. He ignored it. It nagged at him. He gave in to it.

He wished the dark, locked off section of his two brains would go away because they occasionally surfaced momentarily and put strange thoughts into the light, fun sections of his mind and tried to deflect him from what he saw as being the basic business of his life, which was to have a wonderfully good time.

-Это Марвин, - сказал он, - Слушай, приятель, мы тут потрясающе проводим время. Вино, закуска, немного ругани и конец Вселенной на десерт. Ты где?

After his six month journey he was lean and healthy, his eyes gleamed, he wore a reindeer-skin coat; his beard was as thick and his face as bronzed as a country-rock singer's.

...the usual crowd of UM-Betans chatting, drinking, looking very relaxed, and casually glancing at each other’s watches to see how expensive they were.

Arthur and Trillian had the fixed expressions of rabbits on a night road who think that the best way of dealing with approaching headlights is to stare them out.

Увидеть конец всего, а потом вернуться домой, в свое время, растить детей, бороться за переустройство общества, сражаться за свои убеждения – это вселяет надежду на будущее для всех форм жизни, на будущее, которого, как мы знаем, нет…

very good. Very deep. Right now I need aphorisms like I need holes in my heads.

Право, не знаю. Я никогда не встречал всех этих людей. Я думаю, и вы их не встречали. Они живут лишь в словах, которые мы слышим. Безрассудно говорить, что нам известно что-либо о других. Только они знают о себе – если, конечно, существуют. У каждого из них своя Вселенная – свои глаза и уши.

- Я не хочу есть существо, которое само меня к этому призывает. Это бессердечно.
– Но это лучше, чем есть существо, которое этого не хочет.

Мы добрались до конца Вселенной, а ты, считай, и не жила еще. Ну ты и растяпа.