Forget the damned motor car and build the cities for lovers and friends.

Utopias rest on the fallacy that perfection is a legitimate goal of human existence.

This metropolitan world, then, is a world where flesh and blood is less real than paper and ink and celluloid.

The self holds both a hell and a heaven.

Each one of us, as long as life stirs is us, may play a part in extricating ourselves from the power system by asserting our primacy as people in quiet acts of mental or physical withdrawal-in gestures of non-conformity, in abstentions, restrictions, inhibitions, which will liberate us from the domination of the pentagon of power.

Architecture is either the prophecy of an unformed society or the tomb of a finished one.

Sport in the sense of a mass-spectacle, with death to add to the underlying excitement, comes into existence when a population has been drilled and regimented and depressed to such an extent that it needs at least a vicarious participation in difficult feats of strength or skill or heroism in order to sustain its waning life-sense.