Sometimes I lose a whole morning waiting on journalists and other people who look for me. But I always find some time for reading, talking to my friends and feeling what is happening in this world.

My work is not about "form follows function," but "form follows beauty" or, even better, "form follows feminine."

The architect's role is to fight for a better world, where he can produce an architecture that serves everyone and not just a group of privileged people.

Today, architecture is invention. It isn't enough to just be rational - It must also be beautiful.

What attracts me are free and sensual curves. The curves we find in mountains, in the waves of the sea, in the body of the woman we love.

The rule is the worst thing. You just want to break it.

Curves are the essence of my work because they are the essence of Brazil, pure and simple.

When you have a large space to conquer, the curve is the natural solution.

My architecture is easy to understand. And enjoy. I hope it also is hard to forget.

It was the drawing that led me to architecture, the search for light and astonishing forms.

Life is more important than architecture.

It is much easier to do and die than it is to reason why.

Revenge is sweet and not fattening.

When people drink, they talk, and talk is dangerous!

I first got involved in theater in 1968, at the height of a social tumult. I was a poet.

It will not be we who reach Alpha Centauri, and the other nearby stars. It will be a species very like us - but with more of our strengths and fewer of our weaknesses.

Some people need sequins, others don't.

Transsexualism itself is a deeply moral question rather than a medicaltechnical answer.

The pains of hell are not the greatest part of hell; the loss of heaven is the weightiest woe of hell.

According to [Maxine Hong] Kingston, the prose writer is "a workhorse."

I don't belong. Not here. Not now. I have to get back there. The bet was rigged, he made me believe. Now there's darkness in my soul. I want to die . . . again. But I choose to come back, why?