“Well, it gives, certainly to my father, who is the one that suffered the most in our family, and understanding of how the ideals of a country are only as good as the people who give it flesh and blood.”

The only thing worse than human ignorance is human pride in that ignorance.

Facebook itself has an interest in having great content so that its users keep coming back.

It’s really hard to hate someone for being different when you’re too busy laughing together.

STAR TREK is a show that had a vision about a future that was positive.

And it seems to me important for a country, for a nation to certainly know about its glorious achievements but also to know where its ideals failed, in order to keep that from happening again.

As the old saying goes, I was simply looking for fan love, in Alderaan places.

You know, I grew up in two American internment camps, and at that time I was very young.

This is supposed to be a participatory democracy and if we’re not in there participating then the people that will manipulate and exploit the system will step in there.

I spent my boyhood behind the barbed wire fences of American internment camps and that part of my life is something that I wanted to share with more people.

Cat’s are unpredictable. It is a fine line between the cure, inquisitive and innocent creature resting on our lap and the hissing, spitting and deranged banshee it might become at any moment. This is why we’re trying always to win their love.

I’m a civic busybody and I’ve been blessed with an active career.

Life is too short not to order the bacon dessert.

Confidence in the human capacity for problem solving, for invention, for innovation.

We have to be vigilant about how the Trump administration may try to divide us from each other.

I am emboldened, not cowed, by the words and actions of Trump and his circle. I believe many others are as well. Together we will stand in opposition. I’m not going anywhere, and I won’t be silenced.

Do your duty as an American, and as a citizen of the galaxy… Vote!

I woke up with the warrior in my blood.

It’s in my genes. My mother was an opera singer. I’m clearly dramatic.

Negro blood is sure powerful, because just one drop of black blood makes a colored man. One drop–you are a Negro! . . . Black is powerful.

I am quite certain that the crimes of this guilty land will never be purged away but with blood. I had, as I now think vainly, flattered myself that without very much bloodshed it might be done.

Just as it demands blood, to meet bone, It’ll forever take something painful to understand pain.

Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? – Through whose blood am I to wade ?

Scenes of blood and cruelty are shocking to our ear and heart. What man has nerve to do, man has not nerve to hear.

The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.