The seconds tick. They always do. The power of an entire sun cannot stop them even for a moment, and so death comes between the moments, like a thief of light in the dark.

I'm tired of being responsible for 203 lives, and I'm tired of deciding which mission is too risky and which isn't, and who's going on the landing party and who doesn't... and who lives, and who dies.

When you do something because you're angry, you almost always do the wrong thing.

The physics are simple in theory, but in practice they are filled with the possibility for limitless error.

Why am I talking about all this? Who am I talking to? I send out these words, these thoughts, simply because it is time. Time for what, I do not know and it does not matter because it is what I want and that is always reason enough for me.

We all die. It's just a question of when and how horrible it's going to be.

I’m a coward, I close my eyes. I don’t understand why God made sight the only sense that can be blocked off.