Architecture begins to matter when it brings delight and sadness and perplexity and awe along with a roof over our heads.

Buildings don't exist to be pinned, like brooches, on the front of bigger structures to which they bear only the most distant of relationships.

The taste of people with large bank accounts tends not to be on the cutting edge.

Infrastructure creates the form of a city and enables life to go on in a city, in a certain way.

I think of what the experience is of going into the building, of spending time in it, and try to get a sense of what the building would be like to work in as well.

A noble space, unlike any other of our time, for it is both strong and delicate. It seems to call at once for a Boeing 747 and for a string quartet.

A suburban mall turned vertical.

For most of the nineteen-seventies, the official route map of the New York City subway system was a beautiful thing.

We identify New York with the great bridges and tunnels and roadways and subway system and so forth.

Los Angeles, Houston, Denver, Atlanta: those are all cities that really didn't get big, didn't hit their stride until the 20th century.

New York grew up before the automobile. And even though it's full of cars, its shape and form didn't get created around the automobile.

Everything is determined by your interpretation of what happens. You can change the meaning of what happens through your perception of events or memories.

Just because you start attempting to do right, doesn’t mean people will let you forget about what you’ve done wrong…Be encouraged

The faster you go, the shorter you are.

Let the other person save face.

To have united the purposes of an entire Nation, is the great historical achievement of the man in whose strong hands our President has placed the fate of our people.

Now I know that I don't have to go after every batter with the hardest pitch I've got.

Is the ground a philosophical concept? Has mind a relationship to the ground? Is it an idea to be investigated? Is the ground put together by thought?

I'm a true native of the Bay Area.

I am a hoarder of two things: documents and trusted friends.

That hurt we embrace becomes joy. Call it to your arms where it can change.