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Architecture Appears For The First Time When The Sunlight Hits A Wall. The Sunlight Did Not Know What It Was Before It Hit A Wall.

If People Want To See Beaux-arts, It's Fine With Me. I'm Interested In Good Architecture As Anybody Else.

You Say To A Brick, 'what Do You Want, Brick?' And Brick Says To You, 'i Like An Arch.' And You Say To Brick, 'look, I Want One, Too, But Arches Are Expensive And I Can Use A Concrete Lintel.' And Then You Say: 'what Do You Think Of That, Brick?' Brick Says: 'i Like An Arch.'

I Sense Light As The Giver Of All Presences, And Material As Spent Light. What Is Made By Light Casts A Shadow, And The Shadow Belongs To Light.

A City Is The Place Of Availabilities. It Is The Place Where A Small Boy, As He Walks Through It, May See Something That Will Tell Him What He Wants To Do His Whole Life.