You become like what you worship

The early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese

You can't have everything. Where would you put it?

The good building is not one that hurts the landscape, but one which makes the landscape more beautiful than it was before the building was built.

To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism; to steal from many is research.

Study nature, love nature, stay close to nature. It will never fail you.

We create our buildings and then they create us. Likewise, we construct our circle of friends and our communities and then they construct us.

Form follows function - that has been misunderstood. Form and function should be one, joined in a spiritual union.

I know the price of success: dedication, hard work, and an unremitting devotion to the things you want to see happen.

If toast always lands butter-side down, and cats always land on their feet, what happens if you strap toast on the back of a cat and drop it?

You have to go wholeheartedly into anything in order to achieve anything worth having.

2There is no greater thing in life than that secret sense of harmony that unites us briefly with the great mysteries of others and allows us to travel alongside them for part of the way.

The greatness of an artist or a writer does not depend on what he has in common with other artists and writers, but on what he has peculiar to himself.

Oh, so you see some chick in baggy jeans and a hoodie, and you just have to have her so bad, you decide to repeat high school, just to get her?" "Sounds about right." He laughs.

The Lord of the Rings is of course a fundamentally religious and Catholic work; unconsciously so at first, but consciously in the revision.

I'm outside the music I've made. I have no interest in it.

I leaned on him for support when I got out of the cab, and he just crumpled to the ground. That's how we found out.

For one thing, Lush was our only job then. We want it to be great, and we put a lot of energy into it, but it can't take over everything like it did back in the day.

When something comes easy, you usually let it go the same way.

So it was the hand that started it all . . . His hands had been infected, and soon it would be his arms . . . His hands were ravenous.

I was tired of hanging on, taking the torn pieces to make something whole with them.