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By looking far out into space we are also looking far back into time, back toward the horizon of the universe, back toward the epoch of the Big Bang.
The measure of your character and mental toughness is the space between what you are doing and what you could be doing
Sighing, he settled into his chair, watching the vision of space at his front. It was stoic, calm, and never ending—deadly, if you weren't careful.
And it didn't matter. It wouldn't make a fucking difference if I dropped to the floor and started crying like a baby. No point in panicking. No point in breaking. No point in anything at all.
'You're like starlight,' Cam whispered, and his teeth scraped up my jaw. I shivered. 'I could lose myself in you.'
We took space back quickly, expensively, with total panic and close to maximum brutality. Our machine was devastating. And versatile. It could do everything but stop.
I am done slowing down, giving people their time and space, letting them explore their options.
Did Belikov bend the rules of time and space to get here so fast? He can do that, right?
In the empty expanses of space, the wandering traders need men like myself to care for the spiritual side of a life so given over to commerce, and worldly pursuits.
I wish I could fly like that hawk, rising and falling with the still spaces in the air, far above all this sickness and death and evil.
Everything in life had a purpose, and unless it achieved that purpose, it was just taking up space on the planet and wasting everybody's time.
I'm going to be a great leader of this generation. The stars in the space up there are my witnesses.
Using the voice is a physical act, one that first announces the existence of the body of residence and then trumpets its arrival in a public space.
