You Couldn't Put Me In

My Dad Was Dean Of Fine Arts At The University. I Was Casting Bronzes In The School Foundry. I Was Using The University As A Playground.

Some Of Your Teachers Are Actually Closer In Age To You Than You Think.

I Didn't Have Anyone To Play With So I Made Up My Own World.

Architecture Is Like A Mythical Fantastic. It Has To Be Experienced. It Can't Be Described. We Can Draw It Up And We Can Make Models Of It, But It Can Only Be Experienced As A Complete Whole.

I Though About What Death Is, What A Loss Is. A Sharp Pain That Lessens With Time, But Can Never Quite Heal Over. A Scar. The Idea Occurred To Me There On The Site. Take A Knife And Cut Open The Earth, And With Time The Grass Would Heal It. As If You Cut Open The Rock And Polished It.