My father was an urchin that lived in Hell's Kitchen. He was part of a family of nine. I mean, there were times that were better and worse, but mostly, by the time we got to L.A., they'd lost whatever they had. And it was a sad time. And both he and I became truck drivers for different companies.

I think the biggest problem with 'industrial' architecture is that it's lost its sense of humanity. Minimalist stuff drains all the humanity out of it. That idea works great for the money thing, but it doesn't work great for the feeling thing.

With computers we can work everything out from the beginning.

Most of our cities built since the war are bland. They're modernist, they're cold, and now architects want to go back to that.

We have always created - music, literature, art, dance. The art around us - or lack of it - may be a measure of how we're doing as individuals and as a civilization, so maybe we should be worried.

Well, I've always just - I've never really gone out looking for work. I always waited for it to sort of hit me on the head.

My father always told me that I was going to be a failure - I think he was more talking about himself, but I didn't know it at the time.