I Love You Is Unsubtle.

Architecture Is Always Dream And Function, Expression Of A Utopia And Instrument Of A Convenience.

Today There Is No Symbolic Compensation For Old Age, No Recognition Of A Specific Value: Wisdom, Perceptiveness, Experience, Vision.

It Must Always Be Considered As Though Spoken By A Character In A Novel

Each Of Us Has His Own Rhythm Of Suffering.

To Try To Write Love Is To Confront The Muck Of Language: That Region Of Hysteria Where Language Is Both Too Much And Too Little, Excessive And Impoverished.