Joshua Jackson - Pacey Witter

I'm working on Buffy: Deep Space Nine. It will be dark and badly received.

You left a hole wide enough for guys like him to randomly get shot into the wrong dimension. Now I'm stuck putting everybody back where they belong before all of time and space collapses! And don't even get me started on Doctor Strange and the little nerd on Earth-199999!

If language is a virus from space, even people could be disguised aliens on our planet, because language is inextricably bound to human mental processes, in the forms of our intelligence, to the extent that symbolic language is what makes us different from other living beings.

Between stimulus and response lies a space. In that space lie our freedom and power to choose a response. In our response lies our growth and our happiness.

Ko Nishimura — Murata, Minister of Space

Audrey was meek, gentle and ethereal, understated both in her life and in her work. She walked among us with a light pace, as if she didn't want to be noticed. [I regret losing her] as a friend, as a role model, and as a companion to my youthful dreams.

The Year: 1980. The Scene: Outer Space. The Story: The Destruction of Earth!

The world today is experiencing a profound and rapid socio-cultural transformation. But the changes do not occur at a uniform pace, and the discrepancies in the change process have differentiated the various countries and regions of our planet.

God, the Great Giver, can open the whole universe to our gaze in the narrow space of a single land.

It costs nothing to make space for me. It costs nothing to cc me in. It costs nothing to empower other people to achieve their goals.

She sat quietly in one corner of the sofa, the end of her sari drawn modestly over her hair. Like the motionless illusion of a madly spinning top, she was staring vacantly into space.

I'll take the bottom bunk because I'm the oldest and my ankle's fractured.

Music has a natural place in our lives. Right from the shloka you recite in your morning puja and the milkman who comes whistling on his cycle, to the fakir singing as he begs for alms and your mother humming around the kitchen...Music fills our spaces naturally. It will always be dear to us.

The light dove, cleaving the air in her free flight, and feeling its resistance, might imagine that its flight would be still easier in empty space.

[to Evian] If I was Sissy Spacek in the movie Carrie, I'm gonna use my telekinesis to KILL you!