Time is just a blur for me. I don't know what - I don't even know where I am sometimes.

It's a metaphor for what we're being told: "Just stay in the box, kid, don't muddy the water." Parents say it to their kids. Teachers say it. Schools do. And so people become immune to the sameness.

A well-designed home has to be very comfortable. I can't stand the aesthetes, the minimal thing. I can't live that way. My home has to be filled with stuff - mostly paintings, sculpture, my fish lamps, cardboard furniture, lots of books.

You've got to bumble forward into the unknown.

Art is about people. I think the discussion about whether architecture is art or not is lamebrain.

There is stuff I would have liked to have done. But there are no sour grapes.

I am just relating to the world we live in. I see some order in it, even though it looks like mush.