Nature is never other than serene even in a thunderstorm.

If you tilt the whole country sideways, Los Angeles is the place where everything loose will fall.

Every great architect is - necessarily - a great poet.

Tip the world over on its side and everything loose will land in Los Angeles.

We create our buildings and then they create us. Likewise, we construct our circle of friends and our communities and then they construct us.

At night... the streets become rhythmical perspectives of glowing dotted lines, reflections hung upon them in the streets as the wistaria hangs its violet racemes on its trellis. The buildings are shimmering verticality, a gossamer veil, a festive scene-prop hanging there against the black sky to dazzle, entertain, amaze.

You can't make an architect. But you can open the doors and windows toward the light as you see it.