It is a paradox. Life is that way. God designed it that way. I believe I met him once. He was full of mischief.

There would be a trial and there would be a judge. The only problem was, there could only be one sentence.

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

No religion is perfect, not after man gets through with it.

Sleep is not on good terms with broken hearts. It will have nothing to do with them.

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.

No one awakens in the morning thinking they will die that day. Not a saint or a sinner. Not even a condemned killer. We all know were mortal, and yet we all believe we'll live forever.