A building has at least two lives - the one imagined by its maker and the life it lives afterward - and they are never the same.

Evil can also be beautiful. The Coliseum in Rome, for example, a wonderful structure with an awful past. Just think about the bloody gladiator fights there.

Talk about beauty and you get boring answers, but talk about ugliness and things get interesting.

Any architectural project we do takes at least four or five years, so increasingly there is a discrepancy between the acceleration of culture and the continuing slowness of architecture.

Architects work in two ways. One is to respond precisely to a client's needs or demands. Another is to look at what the client asks and reinterpret it.

It is not possible to live in this age if you don't have a sense of many contradictory forces.

Architecture is a hazardous mixture of omnipotence and impotence. It is by definition a c h a o t i c a d v e n t u r e... In other words, the utopian enterprise.

The good is not a category that interests me.

Find optimism in the inevitable.

The stronger the identity, the more it imprisons, the more it resists expansion, interpretation, renewal, contradiction.

Not many architects have the luxury to reject significant things.

Death isn't the end, it's the beginning.

Whenever, you face challenge, it is time for a change.

Ummm, anyone else getting the creeps? Breccan asked. "Okay, let's vote. Who here is in favor of daylight? Come on, show of hands. Don't be shy.

Soulful healing asks, while you are healing your body with herbs from Earth, that you look for the meaning in what is happening within your body as it relates to your whole being.

Anything that you cannot sacrifice pins you. Makes you predictable, makes you weak.

How you feel about marrying me?" he asked in my ear.

It's fine to be insane as long as you keep it to yourself.

As for how I feel about any success I've had, I just feel extremely lucky. Writing is a tough racket, and there are a lot of writers out there better than me who can't seem to catch a break.

I know that I cannot control anyone else's actions but my own, and how I choose to react to situations.

The philosophy of the common man is an old wife that gives him no pleasure, yet he cannot live without her, and resents any aspersions that strangers may cast on her character.