New York, thy name is irreverence and hyperbole. And grandeur.

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

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.

All autonomous agencies and authorities, sooner or later, turn into self-perpetuating strongholds of conventional thought and practice.

Clutter in its highest and most organized form is called collecting.

Surrogate experience and surrogate environments have become the American way of life. Distinctions are no longer made, or deemed necessary, between the real and the false; the edge usually goes to the latter, as an improved version with defects corrected - accessible and user-friendly.

Real estate is the closest thing to the proverbial pot of gold.