I wouldn't know a space-time continuum or warp core breach if they got into bed with me.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
We're on this planet for the briefest of moments in cosmic terms, and I want to spend that time thinking about what I consider the deepest questions.
The thought of being in space, and kind of enclosed, I find would be very claustrophobic. I think I would panic in that situation.
If you put me in a real Tardis, I dread to think what would happen to the universe.
I would like to uncover the secrets of the universe.
Especially when I first really started to work with Kenneth and Franklin, who had been in space already. And so, they were able to talk about space and tell me a few things about how things would really happen.
Now, what space ultimately is - I should confess, I think most physicists believe - we don't yet know.
I'd get to within a yard of that door you walk through and the thing would go mad. I used to carry an X-ray in my briefcase, to show them. But I had all the metal taken out.
Through space the universe encompasses and swallows me up like an atom; through thought I comprehend the world.
Sex in space is not just a good idea, it's survival.
Bits and pieces flung into the universe, sticking in the sky like cotton balls on a jet black velcro surface.