Star Trek never really caught on with audiences, ran for three seasons, and was canceled. I wish I had taken notes at the time, because you people sure do have a lot of questions about it.
I had assumed that the day we finished shooting Star Trek was the end of my association with Captain Kirk and the Enterprise -- and its crew -- forever. When a Broadway show ends its run it's done forever; the producers burn the scenery and there is no recorded copy of the show. It exists only in memories. But television shows are different; television shows are syndicated, sold to local TV stations, which broadcast them over and over.
Yes, I existed before Star Trek. I started in live television. I was there when the cameras were as big as a table, had internal fans that were whirring and tubes that, because of the heat, had to come right up to our face for a close-up.
I sometimes find that in interviews you learn more about yourself than the person learned about you.
I vaguely knew that these conventions were taking place but ... truthfully, the whole thing made me uncomfortable. I didn't want anything to do with a group of obsessed people who paid to get together -- some of them wearing costumes -- to talk incessantly about a TV show that had been canceled. It wasn't logical.
There's been a great deal of enmity between George [Takei] and me. He's been saying mean things about me for nearly forty years now. That's nearly Star Trek (Two) Generations!... To be fair, George is not the only veteran of the USS Enterprise who has hard feelings. Walter Koenig has been vocal about his disdain for me. James Doohan was not a fan, and Nichelle Nichols told me -- while I was interviewing her for my book Star Trek Memories -- that she detested me. Set phasers to Awkward!
Divorce is simply modern society's version of medieval torture. Except it lasts longer and leaves deeper scars.
One of the advantages of being a captain is being able to ask for advice without necessarily having to take it.
How do I stay so healthy and boyishly handsome? It's simple. I drink the blood of young runaways.
I am not a Starfleet commander, or T.J. Hooker. I don't live on Starship NCC-1701, or own a phaser. And I don`t know anybody named Bones, Sulu, or Spock. And no, I've never had green alien sex, though I'm sure it would be quite an evening. I speak English and French, not Klingon! I drink Labatt's, not Romulan ale! And when someone says to me 'Live long and prosper', I seriously mean it when I say, 'Get a life'. My doctor's name is not McCoy, it's Ginsberg. And tribbles were puppets, not real animals. PUPPETS! And when I speak, I never, ever talk like every. Word. Is. Its. Own. Sentence. I live in California, but I was raised in Montreal. And yes, I've gone where no man has gone before, but I was in Mexico and her father gave me permission!