How precious a book is in light of the offering, in the light of the one who has the privilege of this offering. The library tells you of this offering

I sense a Threshold: Light to Silence, Silence to Light - an ambiance of inspiration, in which the desire to be, to express, crosses with the possible Light to Silence, Silence to Light crosses in the sanctuary of art.

A city is the place of availabilities. It is the place where a small boy, as he walks through it, may see something that will tell him what he wants to do his whole life.

How accidental our existences are, really, and how full of influence by circumstance.

Architects in planning rooms today have forgotten their faith in natural light. Depending on the touch of a finger to a switch, they are satisfied with static light and forget the endlessly changing qualities of natural light, in which a room is a different room every second of the day.

We are born of light. The seasons are felt through light. We only know the world as it is evoked by light.

The Sun does not realise how wonderful it is until after a room is made.