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

Kompjuter je samom sebi zbrinuto zaćeretao primijetivši da se jedna zračna komora otvorila i zatim zatvorila bez ikakve logike.
To je bilo zato što je logika otišla sjesti na granu.
U Galaksiji se upravo otvorila rupa. Potrajala je točno jednu ništinku sekunde, bila je široka jenu ništinku centimetra, i dugačka poprilično milijuna svjetlosnih godina.
Dok se zatvaraala iz nje su ispale gomile papirnatih kapica i šarenih balona i odlutale univerzumom. Tim od sedam metar-visokih tržišnih analitičara ispao je iz nje i umro, dijelom od gušenja a dijelom od iznenađenja.
Dvjesto i trideset devet tisuća slabo pečenih jaja također je ispalo iz nje, materijalizirajući se u ogromnoj uzbibanoj gomili u izgladnjeloj zemlji Poghril u sustavu Pansel.
Cijelo poghrilsko pleme poumiralo je od gladi, osim zadnjeg člana koji je nekoliko tjedana kasnije umro od trovanja kolesterolom.

Arthur lay in startled stillness on the acceleration couch. He wasn't certain whether he had just got space-sickness or religion.

A towel, [The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy] says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value. You can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapors; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a miniraft down the slow heavy River Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (such a mind-boggingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can't see it, it can't see you); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.

What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still know where his towel is is clearly a man to be reckoned with

One of the things Ford Prefect had always found hardest to understand about humans was their habit of continually stating and repeating the very very obvious, as in It's a nice day, or You are very tall or Oh dear you seem to have fallen down a thirty foot well, are you all right?