I'm 100 percent sure I'm becoming a really good helicopter pilot.

I feel at home up in the air, just like sailors do at sea and climbers do in the mountains.

At a certain R.P.M., there's only one way for blood to leave your body, and that's through your eyeballs. That means you're dead.

You have seen on TV how hard it is to go up 129,000 feet and how hard it is to come down.

I don't like to rate myself; others can do that. I've spoken with a number of young people who weren't even born in 1969, when the first moon landing was made. They've witnessed the first person to fly at faster than speed of the sound without propulsion. These kids are happy to have had such a momentous event in their lifetime.

People are fascinated about the world above them because it seems so out-of-reach. My jump gave them an opportunity to come along for the ride. They could watch live on their screens how someone rises all the way up into the stratosphere.

The only limit is the one you set yourself.