If you do a job, and you're not having fun doing it, you're probably not doing it right.

When the solids lit, obviously I knew we were headed someplace. I just hoped it was in the right direction.

The real pleasure was having the chance to enjoy being weightless, and the other was to spend some time looking out at this beautiful Earth that we're all lucky to inhabit.

Living inside the shuttle was a little like camping out. We ended up sleeping in our seats. You had to pay attention to housekeeping, not get things too dirty.

You don't break frontiers going into space by all of a sudden a big door opens and you walk through. You've got to take steps. Scott took the steps required for us to be able to fly into space.

My heart rate went up to 130-plus. Not John. He was nice, calm and collected.