The crocodile must want to be a crocodile for reasons of the crocodile

Architecture appears for the first time when the sunlight hits a wall. The sunlight did not know what it was before it hit a wall.

I sense Light as the giver of all presences, and material as spent Light. What is made by Light casts a shadow, and the shadow belongs to Light.

We are born of light. The seasons are felt through light. We only know the world as it is evoked by light.

The sun never knew how great it was until it hit the side of a building.

A great building must begin with the unmeasurable, must go through measurable means when it is being designed and in the end must be unmeasurable.

Even a room which must be dark needs at least a crack of light to know how dark it is.

Design is not making beauty, beauty emerges from selection, affinities, integration, love.

A city is the place of availabilities. It is the place where a small boy, as he walks through it, may see something that will tell him what he wants to do his whole life.

Even a brick wants to be something

The creation of art is not the fulfillment of a need but the creation of a need. The world never needed Beethoven's Fifth Symphony until he created it. Now we could not live without it.

Never stop just because you feel defeated. The journey to the other side is attainable only after great suffering.

I don’t want you to hate me or even to not like me, but I am committed to helping you think and grow and succeed

You are not responsible for the murderous rampage of an alien psycho, okay?

I'm not a natural performer. I don't like performing very much.

The 'creator' and the 'editor' - two halves of the writer whole - should sleep in separate rooms.

I consider myself kind of a reporter - one who uses words that are more like music and that have a choreography. I never think of myself as a poet; I just get up and write.

Honor?” “Yes.” “I’m going to do things to you now that a good girl definitely shouldn’t let a man do to her.

i am like a survivor of the flood walking through the streets drenched with God surprised that all of the drowned victims are still walking and talking

I'm a perfectionist. I'm pretty much insatiable. I feel there's so many things I can improve on.

None will be able to resist truth and love and sincerity. Are you sincere? Unselfish even unto death, and loving? Then fear not, not even death.