Having a perilous adventure is always better than comatose safety. Always, always, always, always, always.

That’s the first rule of command; be consistent! You can be sadistic, you can be lazy, you can be stupid, but if you’re consistent the crew will still let you sit in when they play dominoes.

Given time, a ship’s crew will attach sexual innuendo to anything. It makes their jobs more exciting.

Some see the glass half full, some see it half empty, and some see it crawling with toxic alien parasites who want to devour your pancreas.

I hated relying on luck. When it worked, it made me feel so damned eerie.

My home is in Banff, Alberta, up in the Rockies. Waterloo is two time zones east, nine hundred kilometers farther south, and more than a thousand meters closer to sea level. Compared to Banff, Waterloo winters were piddly wee puppies that could give you tiny nips, but only if you let them. Albertans refuse to admit that Ontario ever gets cold.

Ah, but I am more perceptive than most of the universe. Especially the parts of the universe that are vacuum.

It is strange how the presence of additional people can make you feel more alone.

Deliberate choices are the only sacred things in the universe. Everything else is just hydrogen.

You don’t free yourself from duty by running away. That only increases the weight on your shoulders.