I'm interested in man's march into the unknown but to vomit in space is not my idea of a good time. Neither is a fiery crash with the vomit hovering over me.

I love living in Los Angeles.

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.

The possibilities that are suggested in quantum physics tell us that everything that we're looking at may not be in fact there, so the underlying nature of being is weird.

Stop and smell the garlic! That's all you have to do.

All I know is that I am constantly intrigued by something I'm doing.

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