I Hate Flying, Flat Out

Is There A God? There Is, But We Don't Know Where. Or Who. And, Indeed, Why.

It's Easy To Say No, I'm Not Going To Do That. I'm Not Leaving The House.

Careers Are Here And They're Gone. No Matter How Great We Think We Are, We're Nothing But The Temples Of Ozymandias-we're Ruins In The Making.

In My Proudest Moments, I Think I Had A Real Hand In The Creative Force Of Making 'star Trek.' But Most Of The Time, I Don't Think About It.

Oh, For God's Sake... Get A Life, Will You?