Flair-a primitive kind of style-may be innate, but I think knowledgeable taste is learned, the result of travel, experience, living, education.

Beige is atmosphere. It's bisque, it's ivory, it's cream, it's stone, it's toast, it's cappuccino. It;s well, it's magic.

An interior designer must be able to clarify his intent keeping ever in mind that decorating is not a look, it's a point of view.

Decorating is not about making stage sets, it's not about making pretty pictures for the magazines, it's really about creating a quality of life, a beauty that nourishes the soul.

Decoration is really about creating a quality of life, and a beauty in that life that nourishes the soul, that makes life beautiful.

Design is coming to grips with one’s real lifestyle, one’s real place in the world. Rooms should not be put together for show but to nourish one’s wellbeing.

I deeply believe that a beautiful decor can have a beneficial influence on our lives.

Ceilings must always be considered. They are the most neglected surface in a room.

Nothing comes cheap, though the educated eye will always spot very nice things for the least money.

The essence of interior design will always be about people and how they live.

Make your home as comfortable and attractive as possible and then get on with living. There's more to life than decorating.

Create in your mind a picture of what you want and then live that vision as if it already exists.

Nature's laws must be obeyed, and the period of decline begins, and goes on with accelerated rapidity.

What's sort of interesting about the whole public relations disaster that is the Net, in some ways, is that the fundamentals are really good.

They say the blues is sad, but when B.B. sings 'I got a sweet little angel, I love the way she spreads her wings,' that don't sound too sad to me!

My only worry is the painting I'm doing. Nothing else.

If the playwright is strong enough to hold on to reasonable objectivity in the face of either hostility or praise, he'll do his work the way he was going to anyway.

I never say anything of a man that I have the smallest scruple of saying to him.

Socrates asks him the crucial question about education, and that is, If you study with this fellow, what will he make of you?

If you work hard enough at something, it begins to make itself part of you, even though you do not really like it and know that part isn't real.

So I just decided to relax into it, bumpy and crazy as it might be, and try for once to just go along for the ride.