Taking architecture seriously therefore makes some singular and strenuous demands upon us...It means conceding that we are inconveniently vulnerable to the colour of our wallpaper and that our sense of purpose may be derailed by an unfortunate bedspread

Gaffe-focused journalism: revenge of intelligent people who know true evils are out there but lack the access/time to get to them.

The mind does most of its best thinking when we aren't there. The answers are there in the morning.

Bitterness: anger that forgot where it came from.

To be loved by someone is to realize how much they share the same needs that lie at the heart of our own attraction to them. Albert Camus suggested that we fall in love with people because, from the outside, they look so whole, physically whole and emotionally 'together' - when subjectively we feel dispersed and confused. We would not love if there were no lack within us, but we are offended by the discovery of a similar lack in the other. Expecting to find the answer, we find only the duplicate of our own problem.

One rarely falls in love without being as much attracted to what is interestingly wrong with someone as what is objectively healthy.

One kind of good book should leave you asking: how did the author know that about me?