Quotes About Expression

Ow! My brains!

Having not said anything the first time, it was somehow even more difficult to broach the subject the second time around.

He stood up straight and looked the world squarely in the fields and hills. To add weight to his words he stuck the rabbit bone in his hair. He spread his arm out wide. I will go mad! he annouced.

Beauty doesn't have to be about anything. What's a vase about? What's a sunset or a flower about? What, for that matter, is Mozart's Twenty-third Piano Concerto about ?

If everyone knew exactly what I was going to say, then there would be no point in my saying it, would there?

The little waiter's eyebrows wandered about his forehead in confusion.

Goosnargh, said Ford Prefect, which was a special Betelgeusian word he used when he knew he should say something but didn't know what it should be.

After a while he played with the pencil and the paper again and was delighted when he discovered how to make a mark with the one on the other. Various noises continued outside, but he didn't know whether they were real or not. He then talked to his table for a week to see how it would react.

Damn and blast British Telecom, shouted Dirk, the words coming easily from force of habit.

Kate wondered for a moment how it was that eyes conveyed such an immense amount of information about their owners. They were, after all, merely spheres of white gristle. They hardly changed as they got older, apart from getting a bit redder and a bit runnier. The iris opened and closed a bit, but that was all. Where did this flood of information come from?

Shit!" yelled Arthur as helpfully as he could.

Richard reflected that Dirk's was a face into which too much had already been put. What with that and the amount he talked, the traffic through his mouth was almost incessant. His ears, on the other hand, remained almost totally unused in normal conversation.

The thing that used to worry him most was the fact that people always used to ask him what he was looking so worried about.

We started to collect more and more of these words and concepts, and began to realize what an arbitrarily selective work the Oxford English Dictionary is. It simply doesn't recognize huge wodges of human experience.

IT CAN HARDLY be a coincidence that no language on earth has ever produced the expression "As pretty as an airport." Airports

When I hear Mozart, I understand what it is to be a human being; when I hear Beethoven, I understand what it is to be Beethoven; but when I hear Bach, understand what it is to be the Universe.

I think media are at their most interesting before anybody's thought of calling them art, when people still think they're just a load of junk.

He smiled the smile that Zaphod had wanted to hit and this time Zaphod hit it.

What did "psychosassic" mean? It was his own word and he vigorously denied that it meant anything at all.

The sweat stood out cold on Ford Prefect's brow, and slid round the electrodes strapped to his temples. These were attached to a battery of electronic equipment—imagery intensifiers, rhythmic modulators, alliterative residulators and simile dumpers—all designed to heighten the experience of the poem and make sure that not a single nuance of the poet's thought was lost.

Mr. Prosser said, "You were quite entitled to make any suggestions or protests at the appropriate time, you know.

Incidentally, am I alone in finding the expression "it turns out" to be incredibly useful? It allows you to make swift, succinct, and authoritative connections between otherwise randomly unconnected statements without the trouble of explaining what your source or authority actually is.

It can hardly be a coincidence that no language on Earth has ever produced the expression 'as pretty as an airport'.

In the years since then, Richard had run into Dirk from time to time and had usually been greeted with that kind of guarded half smile that wants to know if you think it owes you money before it blossoms into one that hopes you will lend it some.