No wonder the film industry started in the desert in California where, like all desert dwellers, they dream their buildings, rather than design them.

Tahiti has been spoiled for many years, but Bali is one of the few cultures with origins in one of the great ancient cultures which is still alive.

The Achilles Heel of the Americas was the lack of cultural confidence typical of new settlers.

The tourist transports his own values and demands to his destinations and implants them like an infectious disease, decimating whatever values existed before.

The Renaissance is studded by the names of the artists and architects, with their creations recorded as great historical events.

Space has always been the spiritual dimension of architecture. It is not the physical statement of the structure so much as what it contains that moves us.

No amount of thought can ever reveal what comes unexpectedly.

No phenomenon can be isolated, but has repercussions through every aspect of our lives. We are learning that we are a fundamental part of nature's ecosystems.

The innovative spirit was America's strongest attribute, transforming everything into a brave new world, but there lingered an insecurity about the arts.

Illusion is needed to disguise the emptiness within.

Architecture doesn't come from theory. You don't think your way through a building.

Horror is the awakening of repressed knowledge, something that you have known all along but kept at the periphery of awareness so that life can go on.

An undisciplined mind is a wasted one, which will be reflected in the life of the one who possesses such a mind.

The Negro revolution is controlled by foxy white liberals, by the Government itself. But the Black Revolution is controlled only by God.

It is horrible, yet fascinating, this struggle between a set purpose and an utterly exhausted frame.

Never trust a skinny ice cream man.

Things change. Nothing ever stays the same, yo. You ain't never gonna stay 25 or 30 or 40. You always gonna change. Every day you change.

I read it plain on his face, an implacable determination to get at the truth. C.B. Greenfield had mounted his mental charger, and he had a second horse waiting for me.

I got a call this morning, and it was from Nancy Kerrigan, wishing me luck. She wished me luck and sent me all her good wishes.

Are you the new person drawn toward me?