How do I stay so healthy and boyishly handsome? It's simple. I drink the blood of young runaways.

The truth can't be hidden for long.

I hate flying, flat out hate its guts.

Is there a God? There is, but we don't know where. Or who. And, indeed, why.

I'm always open to the possibility that somebody's got a better idea than I have. It happens with some frequency.

I also derive a great deal of pleasure from horses and dogs... the ocean... and love.

My name is William Shatner, and I am Canadian!