The Rule Is The Worst Thing. You

Architecture Is Invention.

I Pick Up My Pen. It Flows. A Building Appears. There It Is. There Is Nothing More To Say.

What Attracts Me Are Free And Sensual Curves. The Curves We Find In Mountains, In The Waves Of The Sea, In The Body Of The Woman We Love.

Of Course, I Have Given My Engineers Some Headaches Over The Years, But They Go With Me. I Have Always Wanted My Buildings To Be As Light As Possible, To Touch The Ground Gently, To Swoop And Soar, And To Surprise.

Architecture Was My Way Of Expressing My Ideals: To Be Simple, To Create A World Equal To Everyone, To Look At People With Optimism, That Everyone Has A Gift. I Don’t Want Anything But General Happiness. Why Is That Bad?