In my own life, I think legends of supernatural, mythic things are really just a manifestation of the collective unconscious. So I don't really get freaked out. I mean certainly, you read about things people did to each other in the pursuit of some mystical or occult goal, and it's horrifying. But that's just human nature.
On Earth, I weighed 150 pounds; my suit and backpack weighed another 150. 300 pounds. Up there, I weighed only 50. So I could prance around on my toes. It was quite easy to do.
At one-sixth gravity in that suit, you have to move in a different way.
Every lawsuit results from somebody doing something wrong. If everybody did right, we wouldn't need laws.
I won't eat in a place that has suits of armor.
If you could build a house on a trampoline, that would suit me fine.
The excitement really didn't start to build until the trailer - which was carrying me, with a space suit with ventilation and all that sort of stuff - pulled up to the launch pad.
I woke up an hour before I was supposed to, and started going over the mental checklist: where do I go from here, what do I do? I don't remember eating anything at all, just going through the physical, getting into the suit. We practiced that so much, it was all rote.
Having a diverse suite of U.S.-manned spaceflight systems to access space is inherently robust.
I'm not really a management-type person. It doesn't suit my personality to be bossing people around.
