As we all know, there is no underwear in space.

Now I say I'm a diarist with an explanation I'll get back to you on. Someday I may try and write in memoir form.

I don't think Christmas is necessarily about things. It's about being good to one another, it's about the Christian ethic, it's about kindness.

Eventually, life of the party is just like any other job. I've thought of myself that way at times, but it's sort of like holding everybody hostage. It diminishes everyone else. And ultimately, your friends don't require it of you.

My mother's career was over at 40 but she was still trying to be everyone's buddy, always smiling for the cameras.

I think I do overshare, and I sometimes marvel that I do it. But it's sort of - in a way, it's my way of trying to understand myself.

Waiting, done at really high speeds, will frequently look like something else.