Houston, Tranquillity Base here. The Eagle has landed.

Science has not yet mastered prophecy. We predict too much for the next year and yet far too little for the next 10.

I guess because deejaying has become my job, I tend to listen to really horrible stuff on my spare time. If you heard my iPod you'd be like, "what the hell?"

Good luck, Mr. Gorsky!

Now and then I miss the excitement about being in the cockpit of an airplane and doing new things.

We had hundreds of thousands of people all dedicated to doing the perfect job, and I think they did about as well as anyone could ever have expected.

It's a strange, eerie sensation to fly a lunar landing trajectory not difficult, but somewhat complex and unforgiving.