The beast for me is greed. Whether you read Dante, Swift, or any of these guys, it always boils down to the same thing: the corruption of the soul.

I'm just interested in meditating on certain ideas, and I like to draw: that's my way of thinking.

I see man more as an instrument or an agent more than anything else.

You can just drift unhappily towards this vision of heaven on earth, and ultimately that is what architecture is a vision of: Heaven on earth, at it's best.

I'm interested in locating the holy grail of the minimum means to express the most complex ideas.

I have a book of buildings from 25,000 BC. These are huts built out of mammoth bones. These buildings were beautifully made, from the bones of the body into shelter.

I started producing work with an ecstatic addiction.