If you read my books, especially the Star Trek books and the Quest for Tomorrow books, you'll see in them the core theme of the basic humanistic questions that Star Trek asked.

Exercise? A Jew doesn't exercise.

Babies have big heads and big eyes, and tiny little bodies with tiny little arms and legs. So did the aliens at Roswell! I rest my case.

The mysteriousness and mystique of space is such, that science fiction attempts to tantalize you by telling you a story that could possibly be out there and that's the appeal of science fiction.

We were basically one and the same, although Jim Kirk was just about perfect, and, of course, I am perfect.

Nobody could have imagined the phenomenon that 'Star Trek' became. It's still almost impossible to imagine.

I hate flying, flat out hate its guts.