Postmodernism is a freewheeling, unfettered, and unapologetic pursuit of style.

If the British are a nation of shopkeepers, Americans are a nation of shoppers.

Every generation tailors history to its taste.

The New York Hilton is laid out with a competence that would make a computer blush.

It is the rare architect who does not hope in his heart to design a great building and for whom the quest is not a quiet, consuming passion.

Waiting is a large part of living. Great, passive, negative chunks of our time are consumed by waiting, from birth to death. Waiting is a special kind of activity - if activity is the right word for it - because we are held in enforced suspension between people and places, removed from the normal rhythms of our days and lives.

Good architecture is still the difficult, conscientious, creative, expressive planning for that elusive synthesis that is a near-contradiction in terms: efficiency and beauty.