A library serves no purpose unless someone is using it.
I am a Human being, dammit! You can deny me all you want but you cannot deny Ben Sisko. He exists. That future, that space station, all those people, they exist in here, in my mind.
I’ve always known I’ll die alone
“But that’s not the worst part, is it?”
"Not long after, they found a cure. A goddamn cure!"
A vital mission, impossible odds and a ruthless enemy. What more could we ask for?
“How’s your patient, doctor?”
“He’s going to make it!”
“‘He’? You came in with a she!”
“One little mistake.”
All hands to battle stations.
So that’s when you hit the Klingons?
An endless war, by definition, can never be won.
TORETH: I suggest you try the viinerine. It’s quite good.
(Troi takes a bowl and spoons some stuff out onto her plate)
TORETH: I realise that it’s nothing compared to what you’re accustomed to on Romulus, but you could at least try the viinerine.
TROI: I’ve smelled better viinerine on prison ships.
Sit. Be comfortable. Go ahead, be seated. We must drink. This is tranya. I hope you relish it as much as I.
A fair approximation. Somewhat lacking in aroma. Real kali-fal should forcibly open one’s sinuses well before the first sip.
I would be of little value to this ship if I am confined to a tank in Sickbay.
“Of course; it’s not a real day in Starfleet until comms get blocked.”
Your beloved Adm. Nogura invoked a little-known, seldom-used reserve activation clause.
“Guys, I’m people!”
This is different.
You are beautiful. More beautiful than any dream of beauty I’ve ever known.
“I have never before met a Vulcan, sir.”
“Nor I, a work of art, madam.”
Stop touching masks!