Architecture is not an inspirational business, it's a rational procedure to do sensible and hopefully beautiful things; that's all.

Borne out of this, starting around the 17th Century was the Baroque era. It is my view that it is one of the architectural peak periods in western civilisation.

Good design doesn't date.

The Romans were not inventors of the supporting arch, but its extended use in vaults and intersecting barrel shapes and domes is theirs.

Japans humid and warm summer climate, as well as frequent earthquakes resulted in lightweight timber buildings raised off the ground that are resistant to earth tremors.

After about the first Millennium, Italy was the cradle of Romanesque architecture, which spread throughout Europe, much of it extending the structural daring with minimal visual elaboration.

At the age of 80, I'm becoming a visual artist. This could be my rebirth.

The government only makes restrictive rules, they dont show you what to do so you know, OK, heres where we need this many apartments, with open space, playgrounds, kindergartens.

The form language used by the ancient Egyptians in their structures is minimal.

As much as the needs of fact, the needs of the spirit and the senses, must be satisfied. Architecture is as much a part of the realm of art as it is of technology; the fusion of thinking and feeling.

I've always thought Blues Point Tower is one of my best buildings and I stand by that.

The future is a split second away.

What's big, thick, makes the earth move, and wants to have its way with you?" "I don't know, but can you introduce me?

Like I tell our kids, 'Your Mom isn't always right and I'm not always right. But together, WE'RE ALWAYS right!

Even the tiniest poodle is lionhearted, ready to do anything to defend home, master, and mistress.

What we are doing in fact is recovering and progressing and sustaining the recovery of our democracy.

Who cares if you're enlightened forever? Can you just get it in this moment, now?

The more I get to know people, the less I know about people.

They tore out my heart and stomped that sucker flat.

Bitter love, a violet with it's crown of thorns in a thicet of spiky passions, spear of sorrow, corolla of rage: how did you come to conquer my soul? What brought you?

Decide what you want to do. Then decide to do it. Then do it.