To be honest, if I had to pick somebody to be related to in sport, who's better than Lance Armstrong with what he's done for the sport and with his cancer foundation?
I could see Armstrong bouncing on the moon
Vic Armstrong is, of course, a legend
I spent a long time trying to build up an organisation [the Lance Armstrong Foundation that changed its name to Livestrong after his confession] to help a lot of people.
Neil Armstrong, that spaceman, he went to the moon but he ain't been back. It can't have been that good.
From my conversations with Lance Armstrong and experiences with Lance and the team I am aware that Lance used blood transfusions from 2001 through 2005.
Neil Armstrong was the first man to walk on the moon. I am the first man to piss his pants on the moon.
Neil Armstrong was probably one of the most human guys I've ever known in my life.
Louis Armstrong playing trumpet on the Judgment Day.
I'm no Lance Armstrong, but I do use a bike to get from place to place in Manhattan, a little bit of Brooklyn.
I learnt from Armstrong on the early recordings that you never sang a song the same way twice.
I can't think of a comparable level of cultural excitement about something since Neil Armstrong landed on the moon in the 1960s.
I think we've all had enough of Coltrane saxophonists. There's a case of someone ruining a generation of saxophonists, as Louis Armstrong may have ruined a generation of trumpeters.
It was peculiar to be standing so close to him. He's just a man, but still, what a thing to be Neil Armstrong!
In my opinion, Louis Armstrong is the greatest trumpet stylist of all time and has influenced every trumpet player of his time and long after
William Armstrong is a great teacher. He speaks truthfullyabout the discipline required for learning, and about the pleasures oforder and system in acquiring knowledge. Any reader, of any age, will enjoythis book.
Lance Armstrong showed up, and I started talking to him; I saw all these people with cancer who followed him to Paris for the Tour de France, and I saw the difference he was making in their lives. That put it together for me. . . having it be not so much about me, but [my being] a vehicle for it.
When Neil Armstrong first set foot on the moon, he and all the space scientists were puzzled by an unidentifiable white object. I knew immediately what it was. That was a home run ball hit off me in 1933 by Jimmie Foxx.
Neil Armstrong was no Christopher Columbus. In most respects, he was better. Unlike the famous fifteenth century seafarer, Armstrong knew where he landed. He also spent his time in public service, not in jail, and his passing was marked by world-wide encomiums. He ended his days as a celebrated explorer rather than a royal inconvenience.
You don't get Billie Joe Armstrong's autograph on your forehead without following your instincts.