So many people arrange furniture in order to see what's going on outside. But why? The view isn't going anywhere.

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.

You know, happiness isn't a permanent state. Neither is unhappiness. There's a flow, back and forth

You will find, that when you have someone to love, that the face is less important than the brain, and the body is less important than the heart.

Contentment comes from wanting what we need, not needing what we want.

Once you label me you negate me.

But how is the artist to protect himself against the corruption of the age which besets him on all sides?

Living in a chronic state of unawareness can cause us to miss much of what is most beautiful and meaningful in our lives.

I will say what I want to say. I had some homosexual experiences as a young person.

And then a low and powerful sound rumbles thru the sky, like some giant, deep horn. A sound God would make when he wanted yer attenshun.

She didn't even finish her last sentence; it just trailed off. I think the subject had changed in her head while her mouth had continued on the old topic, not realizing it was out of supplies.

I wonder why we hate the past so.