A true pilot must of necessity pay attention to the seasons, the heavens, the stars, the winds, and everything proper to the craft if he is really to rule a ship.

I'm not going to have a tombstone. I'm going to be tossed in the air. Ashes, tossed like a salad.

And I enjoyed the celebrity and the creativity that was involved in Star Trek.

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

It was the early 1970s and I was recently divorced. I had three kids and was totally broke. I managed to find work back east on the straw-hat circuit - summer stock - but couldn't afford hotels, so I lived out of the back of my truck, under a hard shell.

Divorce is probably as painful as death.

But if you want to know the truth, the weirdest thing that has happened has been my discovery that people who attend the conventions are filled with love.