I believe architecture is a cultural output and I think Rem Koolhaas is one of the rare individuals who was able to really output architecture as cultural artifact.

I think regionalism was a little easier before mass communication was made possible. This is not to say that regionalism doesn't exist anymore. I think it does.

The idea of morphology of languages is something that I'm really interested in.

Aesthetics is both politics and philosophy, a series of agreements and disagreements between subjective minds.

The moment you put something down on paper it forces you to organize and arrange these thoughts a little better.

What's interesting in archaeology is that we always understand other cultures by digging up their cities; architecture is almost always a way for us to formulate a diagram of how people used to live.

Morphology happens over time. It's not necessarily a bad thing.

The diagram of the house is a portrait of the family, a true portrait, whether it's sad or happy.

The world is meaningless and therefore it's funny.

Setting up absurd worlds with rules to violate - it's one of the things I hope to achieve with my work.

Architecture, in itself, at the end of the day, is a rational profession.

The best thing we could have done for Afghanistan was to get out of our Humvees and drink more green chai. We should have focused less on finding the enemy, and more on finding our friends.

Cooperation is a higher moral principle than competition.

'So what happens next?' 'Everybody dies, and the people who don't get married.' 'Like any other story, then.'

Pray tell us, what's your favorite number?

Man makes a great fuss about this planet which is only a ballbearing in the hub of the universe.

The best way to cope with trouble is to stay out of it as much as possible.

I'm crazy, but I'm not stupid.

Probably the best thing that happened to me was going nuts. Nobody knew who I was until that happened.

When you see someone trying to manoeuvre it round the school gates, you have to think, 'You are a complete idiot.'

You couldn’t truly love anything if you didn’t hate at least something. Indeed, perhaps you couldn’t truly love anything if you didn’t hate almost everything.