Architecture tends to consume everything else, it has become one's entire life.

Clearly, if a building is not functionally and technically in order, then it isn't architecture either, it's just a building.

There is always a point when one senses ones lack of skill, the doubt

If a building becomes architecture, then it is art.

I have no philosophy, my favourite thing is sitting in the studio.

Besides, I think that when one has been through a boarding school, especially then, you have some resistance, because it was both fine comradeship and a fairly hard training.

The primary factor is proportions.

People buy a chair, and they don't really care who designed it.

I do not feel certain until I have confronted my initial solution with other solutions - although in fact the first solution often proves to be the right one.

It may sound affected - but it is the act of creation itself, and it is equally exhilarating whether one is working on a teaspoon or a national bank.

A pastry usually tastes better if it looks nice. A cream pastry, now that looks nice - in fact, there is nothing I mind as long as it looks nice.

My love, you are always on my mind and heart.

To the extent to which a man is rational, life is the premise directing his actions. To the extent to which he is irrational, the premise directing his actions is death.

As an evil cultist, I make an excellent evil cultist. Only I'm stupid, and not evil. And I worship nothing, really.

Inhaling, I am ignited with the first breath of freedom

He was one of the fortunate few for whom there simply was no discernible line between work and play, between creation and recreation.

The dynamic element in my philosophy, taken as a whole, can be seen as an obstinate and untiring battle against the spirit of abstraction.

Speed focuses the mind. It cuts through the fog of drab everyday living and keeps us on our toes. Speed works. Speed saves lives. Speed is good. And we should have more of it, not less.

There’s not a better feeling than when you have found that moment of balance and harmony when both running and life come together. Then you know why you run and that you couldn’t live without it.

Come, pensive nun, devout and pure, sober steadfast, and demure, all in a robe of darkest grain, flowing with majestic train.

Do what you like to do so well that someone will pay you wages for it.