The skyscraper and the twentieth century are synonymous; the tall building is the landmark of our age. ... Shaper of cities and fortunes, it is the dream, past and present, acknowledged or unacknowledged, of almost every architect.

Summer is the time when one sheds one's tensions with one's clothes, and the right kind of day is jeweled balm for the battered spirit. A few of those days and you can become drunk with the belief that all's right with the world.

Every generation tailors history to its taste.

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.

No matter what an architect may be at home, he becomes a monumentalist when he comes to Washington.

Real serious waiting is done in waiting rooms, and what they all have in common is their purpose, or purposelessness, if you will; they are places for doing nothing and they have no life of their own. ... their one constant is what might be called a decorative rigor mortis.

Only a Californian would have observed that it is becoming increasingly difficult to tell the real fake from the fake fake.