To sum up the state of architecture in America: ninety percent of the buildings we live in and around aren't architecture. No, that's not right - 98 percent.

Architecture is the art of how to waste space.

I hate vacations. If you can build buildings, why sit on the beach?

The future of architecture is culture.

I got everything from someone. Nobody can be original.

I like to be buttoned onto tradition. The thing is to improve it, twist it and mold it; to make something new of it; not to deny it. The riches of history can be plucked at any point.

Doing a house is so much harder than doing a skyscraper.

Anybody can build a building, putting some doors into it, but how many times have you been in a building that moves you to tears the way Beethoven's 'Eighth' does?

If architects weren't arrogant, they wouldn't be architects. I don't know a modest good architect.

We do pretty much whatever we want to.

Architecture is art, nothing else.

Living in the fast lane is great as long as you remember where the slip roads are

There is something so awe-inspiring in great afflictions that even in the worst times the first emotion of a crowd has generally been to sympathise with the sufferer in a great catastrophe.

All the great speakers were bad speakers at first.

Never ever accept 'Because You Are A Woman' as a reason for doing or not doing anything.

All my friends are rock critics, so we talk about rock criticism a lot. Because of that, in order to be part of the conversation, you have to have an awareness of what the discussion is.

What's interesting is that Citizen Kane was meant as an anti-fascist/anti-capitalist melodrama and for Donald Trump it becomes just another kind of misogynistic claim that misses the point.

The quantum is that embarrassing little piece of thread that always hangs from the sweater of space-time. Pull it and the whole thing unravels.

It's not a question of doing the best thing for the environment - the best thing for the environment is for people to stop using vast amounts of energy.

I turned to Annabeth and shook my head in exasperation. “Always Hercules. What is it with Hercules?” Annabeth shrugged. “He had a great publicist.