Desire Creates Its Own Object.

Truth ... Is The First Casualty Of Tyranny.

There Are No Original Ideas. There Are Only Original People.

It's The Perpetually Unfinished Quality Of Housework That Makes It Oppressive - It Never Ends, Like Bad Psychoanalysis, Or A Dream Interrupted. It Is Paradoxically True That It Is Exactly This Daily Re-creation Of The World That Lends Housekeeping Its Nobility And Romance.

What You Desire You Call Into Being.

I Love Cloisters, Which Are The Architectural Equivalent Of A Theological Concept: Perfect Freedom Within Set Boundaries.