All autonomous agencies and authorities, sooner or later, turn into self-perpetuating strongholds of conventional thought and practice.

The building is a national tragedy - a cross between a concrete candy box and a marble sarcophagus in which the art of architecture lies buried.

Every age cuts and pastes history to suit its own purposes; art always has an ax to grind.

Good architecture is still the difficult, conscientious, creative, expressive planning for that elusive synthesis that is a near-contradiction in terms: efficiency and beauty.

What counts more than style is whether architecture improves our experience of the built world; whether it makes us wonder why we never noticed places in quite this way before.

New York, thy name is irreverence and hyperbole. And grandeur.

Every creative act draws on the past whether it pretends to or not. It draws on what it knows. There's no such thing, really, as a creative act in a vacuum.

Every generation tailors history to its taste.

Symbol and metaphor are as much a part of the architectural vocabulary as stone and steel.

Real estate is the closest thing to the proverbial pot of gold.

Nothing was more up-to-date when it was built, or is more obsolete today, than the railroad station.

We spend the first half of our lives making ourselves sick, and the second half of our lives trying to make ourselves un-sick.” – Kevin W. Reese

As child, when the elders spoke their wise words, it only echoes in my ears. As adult, I have crystal clear insight to the wise aphorisms by the elderly.

If you're in a good profession it's hard to get bored because you're never finished-there will always be work you haven't done.

Upon my word," said Dantes, "you make me shudder. Is the world filled with tigers and crocodiles?" "Yes; and remember that two legged tigers and crocodiles are more dangerous than the others.

Language is in decline. Not only has eloquence departed but simple, direct speech as well, though pomposity and banality have not.

Because it's kind of great, being an idea that everybody likes. But I could never be the idea to myself, not all the way.

I, myself, deeply regret what happened between me and President Clinton. Let me say it again: I. Myself. Deeply. Regret. What. Happened.

I play Nitin Sawhney's 'Letting Go' repeatedly, nonstop. I find it transformative. I'm so glad iPods were invented so I didn't have to drive everyone around me mad with the repetition.

I wanted to meet other artists. I suppose I simply felt that I was taking pot shots at clay pipes. Pop! Down goes Gertrude, down goes Jean Cocteau, down goes André Gide.

Where has the Scripture made merit the rule or measure of charity?.