Chakotay

"Every culture has its demons... they embody the darkest emotions of its people. Giving them physical form in heoric literature is a way of exploring those feelings."

"It doesn't matter what you're made of, what matters is who you are. You're our friend and we want you back."

"It is a tempting prospect, but when I hold it up against the prospect of seeing the sunrise over the Arizona desert, or swimming in the gulf of Mexico on a summer's day, there's just no comparison. I want to go home."

"You should have let me die."

"I'm not in the habit of killing children."

"Why are you so eager for me to kill you?"

"What's so different about us? Aside from the fact that I keep saving your life and you keep threatening to kill me."

"You won't stop me from earning my name, Federation."

"Not Federation! Chakotay. That's my name."

"Flattery, devotion, sex... I thought she had a lot to offer a man."

"I'm putting you on report, in case that means anything anymore."

"It means something to me, Captain. It means I've let you down... and for that I'm truly sorry."

"I can tell you a story, an ancient legend among my people. It's about an angry warrior who lived his life in conflict with the rest of his tribe. A man who couldn't find peace, even with the help of his spirit guide. For years he struggled with his discontent. The only satisfaction he ever got came when he was in battle. That made him a hero among his tribe, but the warrior still longed for peace within himself. One day, he and his war party were captured by a neighbouring tribe led by a woman warrior. She called on him to join her tribe because her tribe was too small and weak to defend itself from all its enemies. The woman warrior was brave and beautiful and very wise. The angry warrior swore to himself that he would stay by her side, doing whatever he could to make her burden lighter. From that point on, her needs would come first. And in that way, the warrior began to know the true meaning of peace."

"Is that really an ancient legend?"

"No. But that made it easier to say."

"Trapped on a barren planet, and you're stuck with the only Indian in the universe who can't start a fire by rubbing two sticks together."

"What's your next trick, Harry? Pull a shuttlecraft out of a hat?"

"I know from the history of my own planet that change is difficult."

"I don't care what kind of story it is, as long as I'm not the bad guy this time."

"Killing's the worst thing I've ever had to do."

"Monsters in the replicator. Who else on this ship can handle that?"

"I'm reading bones, muscle tissue from at least nine different species. It's all being broken down by some sort of enzyme."

"Perhaps this is their method of denaturating their prey."

"Either that or it's dinner."

"I always thought that Starfleet was run by duty-crazed bureaucrats, but I find it hard to believe that even they would order a captain to go on a suicide mission. This shuttle excursion is your idea, isn't it?"

"Basically, she was a security operative for her people. She is a trained expert in weaponry, surveillance fighting skills. Any idea where she might fit in?"

"Mr. Neelix could use an assistant in the Mess Hall."

"Looks like they went this way."

"My tricorder isn't picking up any life signs. How did you reach that conclusion?"

"Footprints... I guess you never assimilated any Indian scouts..."

"Harry, you and I were lucky enough to enjoy the doctor's scintillating exhibition for two full hours. Would it really be fair of us to deny our friends the same unforgettable experience?"

"Lieutenant. A first officer could get in a lot of trouble for talking to his captain that way."

"Well, I've learned from the best."

"Have you checked the warp core for radiation leaks today?"

"No. Why?"

"You have a certain... glow about you."

"...I've become convinced that we've got to stick to our principles, not abandon them."

"Should the crew be ready to die for those principles?"

"If the alternative means becoming thieves and killers ourselves... yes."

"It may not have been real, Chakotay, but it felt like home. If you hadn't come after me, I never would have known that I had another life."

"Are you sorry I showed up?"

"Not for a second."