A música vivia, mas o mundo estava morto. E a canção morreria um dia, pensou, mas como voltaria o mundo à vida? Como voltaria o seu sal?
The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Every other wound we seek to heal - every other affliction to forget; but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open...
The details are the very source of expression in architecture. But we are caught in a vice between art and the bottom line.
Let's go invent tomorrow instead of worrying about what happened yesterday.
Advice to my younger self:1 Start where you are with what you have2 Try not to hurt other people3 Take more chances4 If you fail, keep trying
Four minutes of eye contact brings people closer to each other better than everything else.
The biggest disease this day and age is that of people feeling unloved.
A confident woman wears a smile and has this air of comfortability and pleasantness about her.
Life is rich always changing always challenging and we architects have the task of transmitting into wood concrete glass and steel of transforming human aspirations into habitable and meaningful...
Everything around you that you call life was made up by people, and you can change it.
Babies cry at birth because it is the first time they experience separation from love.