Almost all institutions own a lot more art than they can ever show much of it revealing for its timeliness genius or sheer weirdness.

Great art is as irrational as great music. It is mad with its own loveliness.

Beauty in art is often nothing but ugliness subdued.

First there is the bare beauty of the logs themselves with their long lines and firm curves. Then there is the open charm felt of the structural features which are not hidden under plaster and ornament but are clearly revealed a charm felt in Japanese architecture.

I would fix other people's lines if they asked me on occasion. The hard part of writing is the architecture of it getting the story and structuring it. Not the tweaking of lines.

The frightening thought that what you draw may become a building makes for reasoned lines.

Color in certain places has the great value of making the outlines and structural planes seem more energetic.

Good satire comes from anger. It comes from a sense of injustice that there are wrongs in the world that need to be fixed. And what better place to get that well of venom and outrage boiling than a newsroom because you're on the front lines.

Anger is a manifestation of a deeper issue... and that for me is based on insecurity self-esteem and loneliness.

That's an amazing feeling to walk onstage and you're not thinking about anything you're not thinking about your lines or what you're supposed to do - your body your brain knows so there's freedom. There's not fear there's not nerves.