Milton Waddams: The ratio of people to cake is too big.
Most of the power of painting comes through the manipulation of space... but I don't understand that.
During that space walk there will be some repositioning of the power so that the arm can be fully controlled by the robotic station that is in the Lab.
To move forward, what's required is a unified space agenda based on exploration, science, development, commerce, and security.
Space or science fiction has become a dialect for our time.
All space projects push the frontiers of technology and are drivers of innovation.
Some days, I just love the physical space of the theater. I love theaters; they are heartbreakingly beautiful to me.
I find in music there's a space and a language I can use to express things in ways I can't describe conversationally.
I don't think I could live with anybody. I had roommates, and it's not for me. I like my space!
You can never tell when a commercial space venture will suddenly become viable.
History is full of blank spaces, but good stories, invariably, are not.
The space where I write is in my head, I suppose.
Speaking is what most people work on. They forget the thinking and the breathing and instead try to occupy space with sound.
If it hadn't been for the Cold War, neither Russia nor America would have been sending people into space.
Through recognizing and realizing the empty essence, instead of being selfish and self-centered, one feels very open and free
The melodious song mesmerized me and cloaked my soul in a most liberating embrace I had never known. The emotion enveloped me, and smothered the emptiness.
A loss of any kind is horrible. Not because it takes away, but because it makes you believe- in newspapers, in tomatoes, in empty whiskey bottles.
Secrets are festering parasites to a relationship, devouring their hosts from within, leaving behind a empty hollow husk of what once was.
If we deny love that is given to us, if we refuse to give love because we fear the pain of loss, then our lives will be empty, our loss greater.
His own opinion, which he does not air, is that the origin of speech lie in song, and the origins of song in the need to fill out with sound the overlarge and rather empty human soul.
Because there wasn’t anything else to do, he settled at the kitchen table with a bottle of mead and nearly emptied it. The anesthetic effect he hoped for hadn’t happened, though. At least not yet.
