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"Roddenberry insisted that literature is literature, be it called science fiction, Shakespeare, or Cowboys and Indians.
You must work to make your characters come to life whether riding a horse in Dodge City or sitting in a captain's chair far out in space. The audience must think, "I am there." They must believe they are sitting in that saddle or in that chair and it's all happening to them."

Roddenberry insisted that literature is literature, be it called science fiction, Shakespeare, or Cowboys and Indians.
You must work to make your characters come to life whether riding a horse in Dodge City or sitting in a captain's chair far out in space. The audience must think, "I am there." They must believe they are sitting in that saddle or in that chair and it's all happening to them.

"She wore rubber gloves to keep her hands from puffing and reddening in the dishwater, but nevertheless, potatoes and onions and the handling of meat had stained her skin. Her hands were small and well-made but they were not pretty."

"That stallion would be willin'
to lay right down and die for the man that's jest rode him up to the front door of death, but he wishes everlastingly that he had the strength to kick the daylight out of you an' me that's been tryin' to take care of him. You jest write this down inside your brain, Buck: a hoss is like a woman.
They jest nacherally ain't no reason in
'em!"

He began to whistle, a low, melancholy strain so soft that it blended with the growing hush of the night.
Calder listened, wholly overawed. That weird music seemed an interpretation of the vast spaces of the mountains, of the pitiless desert, of the limitless silences, and the whistler was an understanding part of the whole.

"The good King was sorry he had treated the dog so harshly, and for fear he might do some other dreadful thing he went back to the place where he had lost his temper and searched until he found it again, when he put it carefully away in his pocket."

"And I'm goin' to turn over ideas in my head. And it's goin' to be like listenin' to music to me to set here and think of what I'm goin' to do to him. It's goin' to be like a poet settin' and pullin' his hair, and waitin' for words, and lookin' at the sky, and admirin' of the birds. Get out of here, the whole tribe of you."

"Sometimes to a lucky father there comes a moment when his son reveals by some word or some act the promise of a mind and a soul worthy of taking its place among the good and the strong men of the world, And in that moment all the pain of labor that has been spent, the anxiety, the fear, the groaning time of disappointment, are repaid, and a calm happiness comes over him."

"Now stand up, señor," said Silver. "Forgive me but if you make one quick move, my poor thumb on the hammer of this gun will be frightened, and the hammer wil fall, and you will go up to join the sky people."

"There is a certain point west of the Mississippi where a woman becomes different, where something sacred begins to attach to femininity, and that swirling knot of men parted and fell back from Silver, as the girl came up."

"And there is nothing that a criminal forgives less easily than virtue in one of his own kind."

"The sounds of the lonely places are subdued sounds....
There is never complete silence. The wilderness is quiet, but there is always a faint, low rustle or mur-mur. Listening is an art to be cultivated; and the symphonies of the desert or the forest demand a finer ear than do the symphonies of the composers."