There is a backlash against me and everyone who has done buildings that have movement and feeling.

When you agree to collaborate, you agree to jump off a cliff holding hands with everyone, hoping the resourcefulness of each will insure that you all land on your feet.

When I start my class I ask the students to write their signatures on pieces of paper and put them on a table. I have them look at them, and I point out, "They're all different, aren't they? That's you, that's you, that's you, that's you."

Your best work is your expression of yourself.

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

When I was a kid, my father didn't really have much hope for me. He thought I was a dreamer; he didn't think I would amount to anything. My mother also.

Each project, I suffer like I'm starting over again in life. There's a lot of healthy insecurity that fuels this stuff.