Douglas Adams

"Maybe, Who cares?" said Slartibartfast before Arthur got too excited. "Perhaps I’m old and tired," he continued, "but I always think that the chances of finding out what really is going on are so absurdly remote that the only thing to do is to say hang the sense of it and just keep yourself occupied."

The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
by Douglas Adams
Picador, London, 2002 [first published in 1979]
Page 161

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"All right," said Deep Thought. "The Answer to the Great Question..."
"Yes...!"
"Of Life, the Universe and Everything..." said Deep Thought.
"Yes...!"
"Is..." said Deep Thought, and paused.
"Yes...!"
"Is..."
"Yes...!!!...?"
"Forty-two," said Deep Thought, with infinite majesty and calm.

The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
by Douglas Adams
Picador, London, 2002 [first published in 1979]
Page 152

Douglas Adams

"Trillian had come to suspect that the main reason why he [Zaphod] had had such a wild and successful life was that he never really understood the significance of anything he did."

The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
by Douglas Adams
Picador, London, 2002 [first published in 1979]
Page 77

Arthur W. Frank

"Holding onto that question—how did you spend today?—reminds me to feel and see and hear. It is too easy to become distracted. When the ordinary becomes frustrating, I have to remember those times when the ordinary was forbidden to me. When I was ill, all I wanted was to get back into the ordinary flux of activity. Now that I am back in the ordinary, I have to retain a sense of wonder at being here."

At the Will of the Body: Reflections on Illness
by Arthur W. Frank
Houghton Mifflin, New York, 1991
Page 134

Arthur W. Frank

"The only real difference between people is not health or illness but the way each holds onto a sense of value in life."

At the Will of the Body: Reflections on Illness
by Arthur W. Frank
Houghton Mifflin, New York, 1991
Page 134

Thorton Wilder

"But soon we shall die and all memory of those five will have left the earth, and we ourselves shall be loved for a while and forgotten. But the love will have been enough; all those impulses of love return to the love that made them. Even memory is not necessary for love. There is a land of the living and a land of the dead, and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning."

The Bridge of San Luis Rey by Thorton Wilder
Penguin Books, London, 1987 [1927]
Page 124