The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so.”

“Drink up,” said Ford, “you’ve got three pints to get through.”
“Three pints?” said Arthur. “At lunchtime?”
The man next to Ford grinned and nodded happily. Ford ignored him. He said, “Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so.”

Hooloovoo (a Hooloovoo is a superintelligent shade of the color blue)

that’s your own lookout

biding their time

And so the problem remained; lots of the people were mean, and most of them were miserable, even the ones with digital watches

Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-two million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea

Anything that is put down wrong here is, as far as I’m concerned, wrong for good

In fact, since this was 1971 and I still have the book, it must count as stolen by now

It said: “The History of every major Galactic Civilization tends to pass through three distinct and recognizable phases, those of Survival, Inquiry and Sophistication, otherwise known as the How, Why and Where phases.”
“For instance, the first phase is characterized by the question How can we eat? the second by the question Why do we eat? and the third by the question Where shall we have lunch?”