You can never learn anything that is not a part of yourself.

Consider the momentous event in architecture when the wall parted and the column became.

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.

The room is the beginning of architecture.

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

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

Greek architecture taught me that the column is where the light is not, and the space between is where the light is. It is a matter of no-light, light, no-light, light. A column and a column brings light between them. To make a column which grows out of the wall and which makes its own rhythm of no-light, light, no-light, light: that is the marvel of the artist.