Architects have made architecture too complex. We need to simplify it and use a language that everyone can understand.

I think of architecture as a piece of clothing to wrap around human beings

I am trying to counter the fixity of architectures, their stolidity, with elements that give an ineffable immaterial quality.

We have to base architecture on the environment.

I would like to use architecture to create bonds between people who live in cities, and even use it to recover the communities that used to exist in every single city.

Because there are a lot of big cities in the world, people who live in cities have become more isolated than ever.

Children don't run around outside as much as they did. They sit in front of computer games.

I will never fix my architectural style and never be satisfied with my works.

The dreams of the 1960s began to disappear in the 1970s. The economy collapsed, and so did the optimism of the Metabolists.

Oh Beautiful For A Land That's FreeWhere All Can CongregateTogether Live With No DegreeOf Bigotry And Hate

How is it that time can be elastic? Sometimes years seem to go by while you're looking the other way, and sometimes-when you most long for it to pass-life-times can stretch from a few hours

The secret to good writing is to use small words for big ideas, not to use big words for small ideas.

If a man would move the world he must first move himself.

There isn't a Monday that would not cede its place to Tuesday.

I ain't never found no place for me to fit. Seem like all I do is start over. It ain't nothing to find no starting place in the world. You just start from where you find yourself.

And a mistake repeated more than once is a decision.

Can someone explain the vitriol whenever Ayn Rand comes up? 'Atlas' is the greatest motivator for the individual that I can imagine.

I know Donald Trump; he's a winner; he's committed; and he has intended all along to do what he thinks is necessary to save America.

...if ever the sun rises upon Barbecue, its flavor vanishes like Cinderella's silks, and it becomes cold baked beef - staler in the chill dawn than illicit love.