The surface is fine and powdery. I can kick it up loosely with my toe. It does adhere in fine layers, like powdered charcoal, to the sole and sides of my boots. I only go in small fraction of an inch, maybe an eighth of an inch, but I can see the footprints of my boots and the treads in the fine, sandy particles. There seems to be no difficulty in moving around, as we suspected.

Houston, Tranquility Base here. The Eagle has landed.

I guess we all like to be recognized not for one piece of fireworks but for the ledger of our daily work.

Pilots take no special joy in walking: pilots like flying. Pilots generally take pride in a good landing, not in getting out of the vehicle.

Here men from the planet Earth first set foot upon the Moon July 1969, A.D. We came in peace for all mankind.

There can be no great accomplishment without risk.

That's one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind.

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

Damn I really did it. I blew the first words on the moon, didn’t I?

I think if there was anything I learned from our skipper was that it’s not how you look; it’s how you perform.