Hey, Chakotay. You got any books by JO MAMA?

It stops at the border of the delta quadrant

Don't get me started on Sisko and the "tEmpOrAl PrImE sUggEsTiOn"

For Janeway, the temporal prime directive is but a leaf on a concrete road. It is a whisper in a hurricane, drowned out by forces far beyond its control. A candle flickering in a storm, its light dimmed by the chaos around it. It stands as a sandcastle at high tide, soon to be swept away. Like a thread in the vast tapestry of fate, it holds little sway over the grander design. It is but a feather in the wind, to the whims of the Janeway.