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.

We were on the dark side of the Earth when we started to see outside the window this soft pink glow, which is a lot of little angry ions out there going very fast. We were hitting them very fast.

It's sad that children don't spend enough time looking around and being amazed by what's in the real world.

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.

For me, the real pleasure in writing is in having an excuse to pursue my curiosity about people who have meant something to me.

I don't want to miss out on the chance of having a good time.