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.

When I see architecture that moves me, I hear music in my inner ear

I prefer honest arrogance to hypocritical modesty.

Youth is a circumstance you can't do anything about. The trick is to grow up without getting old.

For America today organic architecture interprets (will eventually build) this local embodiment of human freedom. This natural architecture seeks spaciousness, grace and openness; lightness and strength so completely balanced and logical that it is a new integrity.

They turned the country up on its side, and everything loose fell into California.

The tall modern office building is the machine pure and simple...the engine, the motor and the battleship the works of the century.