Every building must have... its own soul.

Architecture appears for the first time when the sunlight hits a wall. The sunlight did not know what it was before it hit a wall.

I sense Light as the giver of all presences, and material as spent Light. What is made by Light casts a shadow, and the shadow belongs to Light.

We are born of light. The seasons are felt through light. We only know the world as it is evoked by light.

The sun never knew how great it was until it hit the side of a building.

A great building must begin with the unmeasurable, must go through measurable means when it is being designed and in the end must be unmeasurable.

Even a room which must be dark needs at least a crack of light to know how dark it is.

Design is not making beauty, beauty emerges from selection, affinities, integration, love.

A city is the place of availabilities. It is the place where a small boy, as he walks through it, may see something that will tell him what he wants to do his whole life.

Even a brick wants to be something

The creation of art is not the fulfillment of a need but the creation of a need. The world never needed Beethoven's Fifth Symphony until he created it. Now we could not live without it.

Winning is not always about shining the brightest. Sometimes it's about sharing the light with someone who has been waiting in the shadows all along.

I personally think that if you deny something or if you hide something you're inadvertently admitting it's wrong.

A promise must be about actions: no one can promise to go on feeling a certain way.

Every idea I get I have to deny, that's my way of testing it.

Championship teams are built on being prepared, playing unselfishly and being held accountable.

This is unfortunately a world in which things find it difficult, frequently impossible, to live up to their names.

A writer who says that there are no truths, or that all truth is ‘merely relative,’ is asking you not to believe him. So don’t.

I belong where you belong

Think for yourself and question authority.

An artist is a creature driven by demons. He don't know why they choose him and he's usually too busy to wonder why.