I love living in Los Angeles.

We meet aliens every day who have something to give us. They come in the form of people with different opinions.

My wife and my three kids and my grandchildren are my life, but my horses and my dogs are everything else.

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.

The conundrum of free will and destiny has always kept me dangling.

We live in grief for having left the womb, for having left the teat, then school, then home. In my case, it was leaving marriages, and the death of my wife.

What have I done? I've blundered my way through life. So I have my picture on the wall. The minute I die, that picture will start to yellow and fade and eventually be gone. Blown in the wind and become part of the molecular structure of something else. These things we see as "success," they're non-accomplishments.