How did I end up in this situation? I'm the district sales manager of a napkin factor. Why is my daughter in space?

Problem is (follow me closely here, the science is pretty complicated), if I cut a hole in the Hab, the air won't stay inside anymore.

As with most of life's problems, this one can be solved by a box of pure radiation.

If ruining the only religious icon I have leaves me vulnerable to Martian vampires, I'll have to risk it.

Actually, I was the very lowest ranked member of the crew. I would only be “in command” if I were the only remaining person.”What do you know? I’m in command

Turns out even NASA can't improve on duct tape.

I'm so close to Schiaparelli I can taste it. I guess it would taste like sand, mostly, but that's not the point.

It is of course dangerous to set off an explosive device on a spacecraft.

Mars and my own stupidity keep trying to kill me.

I stumbled up the hill back toward the Hab. As I crested the rise, I saw something that made me very happy and something that made me very sad: The Hab was intact (yay!) and the MAV was gone (boo!).

Space is dangerous. It's what we do here. If you want to play it safe all the time, go join an insurance company.

I believe in evolution in the sense that a short-tempered man is the successor of a crybaby.

We ache with the yearningthat turns half into wholeand offer no excusesfor the beauty of our souls.

Oh, my darling, why is it that love makes me hate the world? It's supposed to have quite the opposite effect. I feel as though all mankind, and God, too, were in a conspiracy against us.

Living on borders and in margins, keeping intact one's shifting and multiple identity and integrity, is like trying to swim in a new element, an 'alien' element.

The transformation of a nation is impossible without God's grace.

I add status to any tournament I attend.

Kids look up to me, and it's really incredible to be in that position.

In self-giving you must be so careful of egotism. You must be so careful when you are aiding others in their liberation not to have a sense of self.

My career suffered massively because I had a reputation for being a very tabloid person.

God is more interested in the workman than in the work.