I have to say that my husband and my children are so tough, there really is no space for pretension.
A word carries far, very far, deals destruction through time as the bullets go flying through space.
The way you can understand all of the Social Media is as the creation of a new kind of public space.
Space can be mapped and crossed and occupied without definable limit; but it can never be conquered.
Each time I think I've created time for myself, along comes a throwback to disrupt my private space.
I get to pretend I'm flying into space, and hang out with my friends. That's what I do for a living.
How do you design it so that people can form a space of their own, and feel quiet and contemplative?
Books, in the plural lose their solidity of substance and become a gas, filling all available space.
I have found that I am not a space where people want to live, at least not without decorating first.
Having walked on the Moon, I know something about what we need to explore, really explore, in space.
Memory is merely the process of tuning into vibrations that have been left behind in space and time.
People need space to air out their thoughts, to have a sense of themselves - unfettered by anything.
A house that has been experienced is not an inert box. Inhabited space transcends geometrical space.
I judge how much a man cares for a woman by the space he allots her under a jointly shared umbrella.
When you're getting ready to launch into space, you're sitting on a big explosion waiting to happen.
There's just certain things you don't think about to enjoy a film. Bullets in space are one of them.
A real friendship should not fade as time passes, and should not weaken because of space separation.
Novel-writing is a settling, lovely space. I call it self-indulgent - I feel mildly guilty about it.
One likes to think that one anticipates changes in the spaces we inhabit, and our ideas about space.
I don't enjoy living in a white box flooded with light. I like shadows, small spaces, old furniture.
The joy of seeing Yuri Gagarin flying in space is only superseded by the joy of a good penalty save.
In ancient times the ritual, mythological and doctrinal aspects of spiritual space were predominant.
The vision of the eye is limited; the vision of the heart transcends all barriers of time and space.
What would killing the Elders result in?" "Panic? Fear? Three empty parking spaces in the Sanctuary?