To Me, Nasa Is Kind Of The

All Good Research-whether For Science Or For A Book-is A Form Of Obsession.

Wisdom Comes With Age, But Keep It To Yourself.

It Is Astounding To Me, And Achingly Sad, That With Eighty Thousand People On The Waiting List For Donated Hearts And Livers And Kidneys, With Sixteen A Day Dying There On That List, That More Then Half Of The People In The Position H's Family Was In Will Say No, Will Choose To Burn Those Organs Or Let Them Rot. We Abide The Surgeon's Scalpel To Save Our Own Lives, Out Loved Ones' Lives, But Not To Save A Stranger's Life. H Has No Heart, But Heartless Is The Last Thing You'd Call Her.

In 'packing For Mars,' I Tried To Convey The Importance Of Getting Young People Interested In Science.

I Would Have Sold My Wife And Children Into Slavery For A Ride Into Space.