Quotes About Vulcan

I knew I looked kind of ridiculous, in my personal opinion - Tamlyn Tomita's opinion - a Vulcan in sunglasses and ears is a little too much, but I knew I just had to play it seriously.

It must be difficult to treat Mr. Spock when he's ill." "You're right. The combination of human and Vulcan makes it tricky. You should hear Dr. McCoy on the subject; you'd think Mr. Spock's physiology was devised simply to torment him.

the reader may see the real origin of Vulcan's Hammer, which is just another name for the club of Janus or Chaos, "The god of Confusion;" and to this, as breaking the earth in pieces, there is a covert allusion in Jer. i. 23, where Babylon, as identified with its primeval god, is thus apostrophised: "How is the hammer of the whole earth cut asunder and broken!

Usually when I mention suspended animation, people will flash me the Vulcan sign and laugh.

Vulcan? Leo demanded. I don't even LIKE Star Trek!

What's Cabin Nine? Leo asked. And I'm not a Vulcan! Come on, Mr. Spock, I'll explain everything.

My imaginations are as foulAs Vulcan's stithy.

Diversity is not possible in the homogeneous environment of Vulcan. We can preach diversity, but we cannot experience it if we reject that which is diverse. Logic is linear, Ensign. Life is not.

Of the twelve minor flamines, whose recruitment was open to plebeians, we know only those of Vulcan, Volturnus, Palatua (the local goddess of the Palatine), Furrina (another local goddess, but of a sacred wood on the Janiculum), Flora, Carmenta (the 'Prophetess'), Portunus, Falacer (?) and Pomona.

This led to a discussion of whether volcanoes were really the fires from Vulcan's forge or some sort of natural phenomenon, like storms and floods. I was of the latter opinion, because Vulcan is reputed to be the greatest of smiths and I doubt he would let his fires get out of control.

The Firefly universe was anchored in a sector adjacent to the Star Wars galaxy, with a detailed re-creation of the Star Trek universe in the sector adjacent to that. Users could now teleport back and forth between their favorite fictional worlds. Middle Earth. Vulcan. Pern. Arrakis. Magrathea. Discworld, Mid-World, Riverworld, Ringworld. Worlds upon worlds.

I've been an investigator longer than you've been playing Vulcan Mind Meld with dead people - Tang

If I forget thee, O Vulcan, let my eyes lose their fire, my blood lose its flame, and my intellect its keenness.

This process is alchemy: its founder is the smith Vulcan.

Many times had Spock listened patiently while Sarek recounted, with thinly veiled bitterness, the manner in which humans, immediately following their first contact with the crew of a Vulcan scout ship, had captured the scouts and tortured them into divulging the secrets of interstellar navigation. In short order, the Terrans had turned the Vulcans' knowledge to their own aims, laying the foundation for their nascent star empire.

He is credited with inventing the story of Spock's sex life, as well as the famous Vulcan greeting, "Live long and prosper," and (with Leonard Nimoy) its accompanying hand signal.

Reading a book, sharing a story, is the most intimate of experiences. It's the closest that I ever come to a Vulcan mind meld.

Sarek: Do you have a message for your mother? Spock: Yes. Tell her I feel fine. Spock: Live long and prosper, Father. Sarek: Live long and prosper, my son.

As Vulcan's troublesome history reveals, no one gives up on a powerful, or a beautiful, or perhaps simply a familiar and useful conception of the world without utter compulsion – and a real alternative.

But now, in the daily business of our warped cosmos, Vulcan barley registers, even as an antiquarian curiosity. Only a few have some vague memory of the story – mostly physicists and astronomers with a historical bent. For them, Vulcan is a cautionary tale: it's so damn easy to see what one wants or expects to find.

I want you to leave the guns in the car." "These are Trekkies we're dealing with. They could put the Vulcan death grip on us.

This is alchemy, and this is the office of Vulcan; he is the apothecary and chemist of the medicine.

Vulcan, the god who had forged his armour, had fired his body to ashes; all that remained of Achilles the great was a small amount of material, barely sufficient to fill an urn. But his fame lives on to fill the expanse of the whole wide world. His glory measures up to the man; it matches his noble self, untouched by shadowy Hades.

As black as Vulcan in the smoke of war.