I Think You Die The Way You

The Great Mystery Of Our Consciousness Is Beyond Our Grasp.

I'm So Not Ready To Die. It Petrifies Me. I Go Alone. I Go To A Place I Don't Know. It Might Be Painful. It Might Be The End. My Thought Is That It Is The End. I Become Nameless, And I Spent A Lifetime Being Known.

I've Got Rock 'n' Roll In My Blood.

I Hate Flying, Flat Out Hate Its Guts.

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.