The color of the Star Trek uniform, blue like the sky as I gazed at the contrails, pretending they were space ships. Pretending they were the Enterprise. I was 14.



I’m not sure I can go on without Spock. Without Leonard Nimoy. He has been with me always: sometimes as Spock on the big and small screen or in books or even in my dreams when I was lucky; sometimes as Mr. Nimoy, the gracious, regal, creative man who lived in quiet respect and pursuit of beauty.



“I think it’s my adventure, my trip, my journey, and I guess my attitude is, let the chips fall where they may.”



“I’m touched by the idea that when we do things that are useful and helpful, collecting these shards of spirituality, that we may be helping to bring about a healing.”



“I object to intellect without discipline; I object to power without constructive purpose.”

~2011, the Final Convention~

~2011, the Final Convention~

“That is the exploration that awaits you! Not mapping stars and studying nebula, but charting the unknown possibilities of existence.”


LEONARD NIMOY & SON 1967, Portland

“I believe in goodness, mercy and charity. I believe in casting bread upon the waters.”

2011 1  “Live long and Prosper, Mr. Spock.”


About Mollie Hunt

Loves cats. Writes books.
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