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.

The Irish and British, they love satire, its a large part of the culture.

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

I'm not an expert, but I want to be.

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

The latest page I've been working is about the organization of the pantheon of the gods. Who's indebted to whom, how they are related, who screwed whose uncle or grandmother, all of that.