There is a single thread of attitude, a single direction of flow, that joins our present time to its early burgeoning in Mediterranean civilization.

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.

An emotion is the result of a brain's strategy to manifest a heart's decision.

Ann: You didn’t cause my miscarriages. But you are committed to transforming me to be like you.

We are with ourselves 24/7, so we should try to treat ourselves with the most kindness, love and respect.

It made my blood boil so hot, my brain stopped working right.

Nobody ever saw a dog make a fair and deliberate exchange of one bone for another with another dog.

After initially trying to defend his remarks about gun-toting, tabacky-chewing, bitter Jesus freaks, Barack Obama is now backpedaling furiously.

You try to squeeze a little more Charmin in the pads when you face him.

If you can't remember the small things, how are you going to remember the big things? The mind is a real dangerous neighborhood to travel by ourselves.

Time is the silent, never-resting thing ... rolling, rushing on, swift, silent, like an all-embracing oceantide, on which we and all the universe swim.

Madness is no madness when shared.