I like to explore things.
Time and space - time to be alone, space to move about - these may well become the great scarcities of tomorrow.
All architecture is shelter, all great architecture is the design of space that contains, cuddles, exalts, or stimulates the persons in that space.
Being a mother is an attitude, not a biological relation.
Time is the Mind of Space.
The secrets in his brain were like some mesmerizing drug to me.
Manners,” I say. “It ain't polite to taste people. Shit.
I'm not the best audience for that because I'm not a great science-fiction fan. I just never got off on space ships and space costumes, things like that.
And then when I went to Chicago, that's when I had these outer space experiences and went to the other planets.
Space, and space again, is the infinite deity which surrounds us and in which we are ourselves contained.
I see lines of space. I break things down into lines and space, and I balance.
Lofts are great. But with a home, there is a lot to be said for delineated space. To have the luxury of a little separate work space is huge - and to have the dream-sequence master bath.
I'm convinced we all have a God-shaped space in us, and until we fill that space with God, we'll never know what it is to be whole.
Nothing exists except atoms and empty space; everything else is opinion.
I was born in 1960, and space theory, especially in the last part of that time and going into the '70s, space was very relevant at that time. It was on television - all the experiments, the moon landings, everything like that.
Now, we occupy a lowly position, both in space and rank in comparison with the heavenly sphere, and the Almighty is Most High not in space, but with respect to absolute existence, greatness and power.
Dr. Floyd: I'm sorry, I'm simply not at liberty to say.
Stewardess: Thank you. You are cleared through Voiceprint Identification.
Dr. Floyd: You guys have really come up with somethin'.
We are aware only of the empty space in the forest, which only yesterday was filled with trees.
Musing takes place in a kind of meadowlands of the imagination, a part of the imagination that has not yet been plowed, developed, or put to any immediately practical use…time spent there is not work time, yet without that time the mind becomes ste...
