People need space to survive.
I need a SUV, for me and my four sisters. So, I've narrowed it down to four, kind of expensive, cars.
[On being shown an apartment by a real estate agent:] Oh, dear, that's much too big. All I need is room enough to lay a hat and a few friends.
It's such a diva thing, but I need one room for my suitcases and one for me.
People have to find their rhythm. Some people have need for more contact and time together and some people need more space.
There are so many constraints on the architect that public buildings almost never feel free or enjoyable.
I actually would love to live in New York. But I need land; I need space. I'd love to move to a place where I could have a lot of land and a goat.
It's just so nice when your pet isn't all needy. I need a lot of space, so dogs suffocate me.
Meanwhile, Cynthia and I are busy fixing up a real old house that we just bought in Hollywood. With two children now, we just couldn't live in our small rented home any longer.
The problem of the minimum dwelling is that of establishing the elementary minimum of space, air, light, and heat required by man in order that he be able to fully develop his life functions without experiencing limitations due to his dwelling, i.e. a minimum modus vivendi in place of a modus non moriendi.
I wish that every child could have growing space because I think children are a little like plants. If they grow too close together, they become thin and sickly and never obtain maximum growth. We need room to grow.
Let’s find someplace where there aren’t any dead people, insects, or rodents. For that matter, someplace that’s big enough to accommodate both of us without crimping any internal organs. (Shahara) Picky, picky, picky. (Syn)
