Quotes About Space

Man is a coward in space, for he is by himself.

And crawling on the planet's face, some insects called the human race. Lost in time, and lost in space. And meaning.

All the while moving the idea of home three more modulations deeper into unspinning space

A flick of a switch reveals a space half homeless-person's midden, half pharaonic tomb. Talismans everywhere: totems, drawings, and cargo cult, laid out on plywood planks spread across sawhorses.

Which is bigger, outer space or inner?

The Chemturion type is also known as a blue suit, because it is bright blue. It is a pressurized, heavy-duty plastic space suit that meets government specifications for work with airborne hot agents.

There was one case in which a man in Level 4 suddenly began screaming, "Get me out of here!"—and he tore off his space suit's helmet, taking great gasps of air from Level 4. (They dragged him into a chemical shower and kept him there for a while.)

what mankind must do to save itself is to launch an enterprise aimed at leaving the earth. On this task he thought the energies of mankind could be concentrated and the need for heroism could be satisfied.

a normal adult never stops to think about problems of space and time. These are things which he has thought of as a child.

But my intellectual development was retarded, as a result of which I began to wonder about space and time only when I had already grown up.

I was supposed to be the captain of this damn rocket ship and I was sure going to clobber the guy that tied me out on the nose of the thing. Here we were going through space a million miles an hour and we were pointed right at the moon and we were going to crash for sure and my head wasn't that hard. I had a pretty good idea what would happen when the moon and I met head on.

If your educe sculpture to the flat plane of the temporal experience of the work. (...) the experience of the work is inseparable from the place in which the work resides. Apart from that condition, any experience of the work is a deception.

Everyone needs a place. It shouldn't be inside of someone else.

The technicians worked around him now as though they expected to launch him into space.

The Princess Andromeda? Went ka-boom.

Incoming! yelled Poseidon. They shifted-as much as they could in the cramped space-and Rocky landed in their midst. This is not a baby, Hades noticed I think it's a rock. He was observant that way.

Male privilege is assuming one has the right to occupy any space or person by whatever means, with or without permission. It's a sense of entitlement that's unique to those who have been raised male in most cultures - it's notably absent in most girls and women.

Women turn on a lunar cycle. It is not mathematics or equations but the pull of the moon which makes them bleed. It is men who seek to chart space. Women already know that space is inhabited. Each month, women feel eggs and stars and infant unborn moons die and squeeze through their wounded wombs.

The very persons who have taken away my time and space are those who have given me something to say.

I had no study in those days, not even a desk or file or bookcase to call mine alone....It might have happened sooner [the writing of work worthy of publication] had I had a room of my own and fewer children, but somehow I doubt it. For as I look back on what I have written, I can see that the very persons who took away my time and space are those who have given me something to say.

How can you ask? Would I not follow the only thing on this Earth that I love? You are all I have left. Of course, dear child. I'll go with you to the end of time, to the end of space, and place. I'd cross oceans and borders-borders between centuries and between Kentucky and Indiana or Ohio or Michigan.

The Paradox: how do you lose something you never had? The answer: There was another way to have. A transparent stretch of space between you. To love from a distance, through that space, more deeply, more colourfully, so it can be seen from faraway like a flag. Eventually the spave itself fills you. The air entering your body and replacing your blood, running through you. The halfßpleasant feeling of not being here.

Forgetting takes space./Forgotten matters displace/as much anything else as/anything else. We must/skirt unlabeled crates/as thought it made sense/and take them when we go/to other states.

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