Quotes About Space

The space program needs a goal, and the goal should be humans to Mars.

Fear and God do not occupy the same space.

In awe I watched the waxing moon ride across the zenith of the heavens like an ambered chariot towards the ebon void of infinite space wherein the tethered belts of Jupiter and Mars hang forever festooned in their orbital majesty. And as I looked at all this I thought...I must put a roof on this lavatory.

A country that can put men on the moon can put women in the Constitution.

Women have a favorite room, men a favorite chair.

Distance seems to be bad for some but not for me. It gives solitude and space. It tests patience, endurance and faith. It proves the real worth of someone as it scales the value of a person.

Sometimes you have to love people from a distance and give them the space and time to get there mind right before you let them back into your life.

And where there is no Echo there is no description of space or love. There is only silence.

To be a man you do as man do. Master one thing and you can fail at everything else, for to be a man is to fail at everything else. Here is the one thing. What men do in all things, more than anything, is take up space, whether he be priest, king, beggar, or hunter. Whether he be living or dead. More space than he need, and more space than he will use.

Darkness is to space what silence is to sound, i.e., the interval.

This was not the velvet embracing desert sky at El Geneina; this was infinite space. The idea of no boundaries, no end, is terrifying in the abstract and much worse if you are looking at it. The far-off stars were an icy crust; the darkness beyond the stars was more than I could handle. The machinery that keeps me going is not geared to cope with infinity and eternity as so clearly displayed in that sky.

Then there was Asshole Research Transport. ART's official designation was deep space research vessel. At various points in our relationship, ART had threatened to kill me, watched my favorite shows with me, given me a body configuration change, provided excellent tactical support, talked me into pretending to be an augmented human security consultant, saved my clients' lives, and had cleaned up after me when I had to murder some humans. (They were bad humans.)

It wasn't a foolproof method but it was 90 percent effective. (Foolproof is another weird word. Shouldn't it be smartproof? It's not like you're going to breach and seize control of a ship attached to a space dock by tripping or forgetting to bring your weapon or something.)

I didn't need as much air as humans did, but I needed some, and it was really cold out there, in the colony ship's shadow. This meant that if the life-tender failed it would take me longer to die so I'd have longer to feel dumb about it than a human would.

I don't like planets. There's dust and weather, and something always wants to eat the humans.

Look, if there were space monsters, they probably wouldn't need a pressurized environment, right?

Asshole Research Transport

ART said, You are aboard the Perihelion, registered teaching and research vessel of the Pansystem University of Mihira and New Tideland. Then it added, I'm not going to hurt your humans, you little idiot.

Children needed space more than overprotection. Parents who hovered were meeting their own needs, not their children's.

Anything that requires energy, like being in the outside world, having people in her space, dealing with conflict, and interacting with others, requires energy output and so is draining.

God invented space so that not everything had to happen in Princeton.

But orbital mechanics waits for no man,

My Subtext Research revealed that the women I met cared less about the time they spent in their cars than they did about leaving the safety nets they called home. Distance wasn't an issue; leaving the safe space was. In general, their lives as nonworking wives and mothers revolved around routines and rituals, with their cars becoming almost like small houses on wheels. One

Nobility and freedom were inseparable, and the nomad was free. In the desert a man was conscious of being the lord of space, and in virtue of that lordship he escaped in a sense from the domination of time. By striking camp he sloughed off his yesterdays; and tomorrow seemed less of a fatality if its where as well as its when had yet to come. But the townsman was a prisoner; and to be fixed in one place, ­ yesterday, today, tomorrow - was to be a target for time, the ruiner of all things.