...the truth about this existence of ours...can be summed up in one word: Live

When grandpa was ill and could&#39;ve died, I would have swapped all my record sales so he could get well. He is the reason I am a singer. He was my best friend growing up.

First of all, I know it’s all people like you. And that’s what’s so scary. Individually you don’t know what you’re doing collectively.

Did you ever go to a place . . . I think it was called Norway?” “No,” said Arthur, “no, I didn’t.” “Pity,” said Slartibartfast, “that was one of mine. Won an award, you know. Lovely crinkly edges. I was most upset to hear of its destruction.

Written By Douglas Adams

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