“We're giving each other space.""You know what I think?"He shook his head."Space is for astronauts." ”

“Did you know that in space it's very, very cold? And there's no oxygen? And if an astronaut fell out of a shuttle without his suit he'd die right away?"I'm a fast learner. "But that would never happen. Because astronauts are really, really careful."George gives me a smile, the same dazzling sweet smile as his big brother, although at this point, with green teeth. "I might marry you," he allows. "Do you want a big family?”

“I feel that what you should illustrate is the space between the words. It's the betweenness, the otherness, that gives depth and dimension.”

“I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds– but I think of you always in those intervals.”

“A mathematician tells you that the wall of warped space prevents the Moon from flying out of its orbit yet can't tell you why an astronaut can go back and forth across that same space.”

“Perhaps I should sit up front with the driver and give you two enough space to beat the crap out of each other and settle this like grown adolescents. (Geary)”