Douglas Adams Quotes

Every orientation presupposes a disorientation.

I remember distinctly running through my neighborhood, thinking I knew how to get to 'Sesame Street,' and then finally finding myself among some scrub trees and realizing I don't know where to go from here. I had to just mope back home.

There are no road signs to help navigate. And, in fact, no one has yet determined which side of the road we're supposed to be on.

He flung himself from the room, flung himself upon his horse and rode madly off in all directions.

I have a terrible sense of direction.

I now know my right from my left and my up from my down. Unluckily, my terrible sense of direction remains. For me, to live in New York City is to never be able to meet someone on the northeast corner. It is to never ever make a smooth entrance, always to get caught looking lost on the street.

It's almost like you see too much, because when it happens for real, everything flies at you so fast, you never get a sense of the ice and where everyone is at that one moment.

I think I got off on the wrong planet. Beam me up Scotty, there's no rational life here.

I could not have told where those damned islands were within 2,000 miles.

I have an incredible sense of direction, but London is confusing. It's a circle, but then it stops being a circle.

I have a horrible sense of direction. I could get lost a mile away from my house.

I get lost a lot.

I feel like a Space Jam' creature.

Oh, God — the lives people try to lead. Oh, God — what a world they try to lead them in.

I don't know where I'm running now, I'm just running on

I get stoned, I can't get home, I'm calling long distance on a public saxophone. My head is achin', my back is breakin', feel I got run over by Captain Coconut and his dog named Rover.

Put an egg in your shoe and beat it, make like a tree and leave, imitate an amoeba and split.

Eve was still frowning at the pasta like she suspected it was going to do something clever, like try to escape from the pot.

In the airport, luggage-laden people rush hither and yon through endless corridors, like souls to each of whom the devil has furnished a different, inaccurate map of the escape route from hell.

Now that I have you thoroughly confused, let me pause to hear your own dismayed cry.

Well they're pissed off and they're hungry. I was kind of busy trying not to get my brains eaten. They seemed pretty adamant about the brain-eating thing. Then they're going to IKEA, I guess

It was like looking at a knot, knowing it was a knot, but not knowing how to untie it. I had no map for this life.

You can get so confused that you'll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place. The Waiting Place.

It is easiest to lose your way in the forest after it is cut.

And then she had to fill out so many forms she forgot why she had come and what she had left behind.