The rule seems to be that there are no absolutes, that what is rare is prized. Thus, in times of relative affluence, thin models become dominant.

But I do believe architecture, and all art, should be content-driven. It should have something to say beyond the sensational.

In 1979, postmodernism lost its understanding of the meaning of ornament. It degenerated into kitsch applique.

It's a mark of any icon that it should be open to iconoclasm.

Like our attitude to love, truth and goodness, we seem to be confident about knowing what beauty is - certain, even dogmatic - until we think hard about the idea, whereupon all confidence flies away.

A sign to me is a one-liner, a symbol is very complex and my house is a series of symbols.

Cant you see, we are in a dialogue with the universe?

What is a garden if not a miniaturization and celebration, of the place we are in, the universe?

What is the most interesting thing to people? Other people.

The cell is a city of production centres, each part working away like mad, and it's co-ordinated. Six trillion cells in a body - you can't help but be moved.

I think any cancer patient, if you dig not too deeply, they want to live.

You like this darkness. You like learning me by feel.” Feeling very bold indeed, she nuzzled at him until she found his mouth with her own. “I like it too.

I honestly can't characterize my style in words. It seems that whatever comes to me naturally, I play

We shall then defeat the whole lot of them in one go!

George Wendt is a saint. And one of the finest American actors that we have.

Parties weaken themselves by their fear of capable men.

The strange thing about the English character is that they understate everything. It's considered bad form to comment on the food, money, romance, any of those things. So you underplay it.

Bad things happen when people work together. Everything goes out of control.

I want to create shows which are interesting. I hope that some people are excited by some of the ideas.

Not every move you make has to be a great leap

There’s no accounting for the mysteries of the human heart