I can remember walking on the moon.

I have the nicest life in the world.

Test pilots have a litmus test for evaluating problems. When something goes wrong, they ask, "Is this thing still flying?" If the answer is yes, then there's no immediate danger, no need to overreact.

It seems farther away now because there are no rockets getting there. Nobody is going.

As the centuries unfold, millions of artists will live on the moon and paint the moon and Mars as we go out into the universe.

I feel like everyone who goes to The University of Texas is blessed and lucky to be there because they're getting a chance to be as good as they can be.

I find color schemes that I just like and that just feel right.