The beginning of a friendship the fact that two people out of the thousands around them can meet and connect and become friends seems like a kind of magic to me. But maintaining a friendship requires work. I don't mean that as a bad thing. Good art requires work as well.

It seems a fantastic paradox but it is nevertheless a most important truth that no architecture can be truly noble which is not imperfect.

For many years I have lived uncomfortably with the belief that most planning and architectural design suffers for lack of real and basic purpose. The ultimate purpose it seems to me must be the improvement of mankind.

As a culture I see us as presently deprived of subtleties. The music is loud the anger is elevated sex seems lacking in sweetness and privacy.

Words can be said in bitterness and anger and often there seems to be an element of truth in the nastiness. And words don't go away they just echo around.

It was amazing that a play that seems dated in this world... A man whose best friend is a six-foot white rabbit... But it caught on especially with young people - they surprised me most of all.

I have a full life: I have two amazing kids I have great friends great family. And right now that's plenty for me to manage. A new relationship just seems like way too much work.

If you think spreading money around by force seems like an odd definition of fairness you're not alone.

But it seems that the judging maybe they shouldn't at least see the practices all week long. That can taint the way they go into the judging and the outlook of what's going to happen instead of just watching those four minutes and judging on those minutes alone.

People talk about the conscience but it seems to me one must just bring it up to a certain point and leave it there. You can let your conscience alone if you're nice to the second housemaid.