rocket

Okay baby, let's take this rocket to Uranus. This hoor is perfect, and she can act as well.

The rocket was beautiful. In conception it had been shaped by an artist to break a chain that had bound the human race ever since we first gained consciousness of earth's gravity and all it's analogs in suffering, failure and pain. It was at once a prayer sent heavenward and the answer to that prayer: Bear me away from this awful place.

Of course, mankind would not have landed on the Moon in 1969, were it not for two things: conquered Nazi rocket technology and post-war anti-Communist paranoia in the United States.

Rocket science has been mythologized all out of proportion to its true difficulty.

What I do is not rocket science, but I sure do love it.

The space shuttle is a better and safer rocket than it was before the Challenger accident.

The Orion capsule uses an escape system quite like that of the Apollo spacecraft in the 1960s and 70s: an 'escape tower' containing a solid-fuel rocket that will pull it up and away from Ares I in a pinch.

Rocket science is tough, and rockets have a way of failing.

When you launch in a rocket, you're not really flying that rocket. You're just sort of hanging on.

If you're going to go to the moon, you don't shoot the rocket right at the moon. You have to go at it obliquely.

What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.

The rocket worked perfectly except for landing on the wrong planet.

It [the rocket] will free man from his remaining chains, the chains of gravity which still tie him to this planet. It will open to him the gates of heaven.

If there__ a zeppelin, it__ alternate history. If there__ a rocketship, it__ science fiction. If there are swords and/or horses, it__ fantasy. A book with swords and horses in it can be turned into science fiction by adding a rocketship to the mix. If a book has a rocketship in it, the only thing that can turn it back into fantasy is the Holy Grail.