[KamiKazeKitten]

Too many to pick from imo, but I always loved this:

Vogon poetry is of course, the third worst in the universe.
The second worst is that of the Azgoths of Kria. During a recitation by their poet master Grunthos the Flatulent of his poem "Ode to a Small Lump of Green Putty I Found in My Armpit One Midsummer Morning" four of his audience died of internal haemorrhaging and the president of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council survived by gnawing one of his own legs off. Grunthos was reported to have been "disappointed" by the poem's reception, and was about to embark on a reading of his 12-book epic entitled "My Favourite Bathtime Gurgles" when his own major intestine, in a desperate attempt to save humanity, leapt straight up through his neck and throttled his brain.
The very worst poetry of all perished along with its creator, Paul Neil Milne Johnstone of Redbridge, in the destruction of the planet Earth. Vogon poetry is mild by comparison

Oh and of course: Spoiler: DON'T PANIC.

[emigrate2012]

He's temporarily dead,for tax reasons.

If the universe ever ended,it would be immediately replaced with something even more strange and inexplicable.

The man truly was an absurd genius,really who hasnt thought of introducing themselves as Wonko the Sane,just to se the look of utter confusion?

[Kivaro]

WooHoo, I just found this thread.

“Life is wasted on the living.”

“I'm so great even I get tongue-tied talking to myself.”

The waiter approached.
'Would you like to see the menu?' he said. 'Or would you like to meet the Dish of the Day?'
'That’s cool,' said Zaphod. 'We'll meet the meat.”