This was not an Indiana Jones classic holovid; it was real life.

You create a team by binding each to each, acting as glue, not as god.

For some in my audience, a tale is like a riddle, to be solved at the end. To them I sail the best tales leave some riddles unanswered and some mysteries hidden. Get used to it. For others the tale is a way of living vicariously, enjoying the adventures of others without having to go one step beyond their sphere of comfort. To them I say, what’s stopping you from getting on a ship and sailing halfway around the world? Tales are meant to be an inspiration, not a substitute.

In the beginning, God created human beings, which is to say God put the ingredients together, embedded the instructions for building on the template, and put it all into four separate eggs marked ‘Some Assembly Required.’

All my tales are true, drawn from life, and a life story is not a tidy thing.

Let me tell you, there’s no long-distance relationship like an interstellar one.

I told you from the very beginning that it was a story about choices – wise choices, foolish choices, small yet momentous choices – for with choices come change, and with change comes opportunity, and both change and opportunity are the very cutting edge of the power of chaos. And yet as the undying ones know and the humans too often forget, even chaos cannot overcome the power of choice.

I find that sometimes if you just sit still, things have a way of finding you before you can find them.

Remember your ancestors, dream of your descendants and work hard while you’re living.

A little story is supported by a lot of untold backstory. What they get is more than what they see.