It's good to have a fear of heights. I mean, it's kind of crazy not to because if you just lean out a little bit and there's a gust of wind or somebody bumps you or something and you fall, you're splat.

For the last several years and culminating in six months in orbit next year, I've been training for my third space flight. This one is almost in a category completely different than the previous two, specifically to live in on the space station for six months, to command a space ship and to fly a new rocket ship.

Almost everything worthwhile carries with it some sort of risk.

If you start thinking that only your biggest and shiniest moments count, you're setting yourself up to feel like a failure most of the time.

No one ever accomplished anything great sitting down.

The cool things about space is when you put your pants on here, you can put them on two legs at a time.

You can't just ignore spacewalking suit; it partially defines the experience. So maybe the most difficult thing is becoming completely attuned to efficiently wearing a garment that is so inhibiting to motion, and making it look effortless, as if it's the most natural thing to be out there on a spacewalk.