Americans don't really think that other places are as real as America.

Cities have the capability of providing something for everybody, only because, and only when, they are created by everybody.

Streets and their sidewalks-the main public places of a city-are its most vital organs.

Designing a dream city is easy; rebuilding a living one takes imagination.

There is no logic that can be superimposed on the city; people make it, and it is to them, not buildings, that we must fit our plans.

Intricate minglings of different uses in cities are not a form of chaos. On the contrary, they represent a complex and highly developed form of order.

While you are looking, you might as well also listen, linger and think about what you see.

The ballet of the good city sidewalk never repeats itself from place to place, and in any one place is always replete with new improvisations.

This is something everyone knows: A well-used city street is apt to be a safe street. A deserted city street is apt to be unsafe.

People must take a modicum of public responsibility for each other even if they have no ties to each other.

This is what a city is, bits and pieces that supplement each other and support each other.

The world of possibilities exists in any situation

No matter what your circumstance, if you provide kids with creative ammunition, they will blast holes into an oppressive reality, and conceive limitless worlds.

I discuss my beliefs less because I bed my atheist, who cannot believe in much more sacred than our kisses.

There is no home without you.

The best way to get through any challenge is to step back, look up at the sky, breathe deeply in and out, smile if you have to…then dive in.

Angel dust blown a sunder, Nestling on the edge of unchartered dreams, Filtering the dileneation between ones desires & needs.

Onion rings in the car cushions do not improve with time.

An emotional story is an emotional story no matter how big or small it is.

It was most essential for me to have a normal life in the real world as a counterpoise to that strange inner world. My family and my profession remained the base to which I could return.

Every crime destroys more Edens than our own