"This must be Thursday," said Arthur to himself, sinking low over his beer, "I never could get the hang of Thursdays."

"He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it."

"Nothing travels faster than the speed of light with the possible exception of bad news, which obeys its own special laws."

Anyone who is capable of getting themselves made President should on no account be allowed to do the job.