Every building is a kind of confession.

Capitalism is the legalized version of greed.

在自然界中，没有什么是孤立存在的。

We don't make objects, we make places.

When one door is closed, don't you know, another is open.

I do not like proper novels. In proper novels people say things like, ‘I am veined with iron, with silver and with streaks of common mud. I cannot contract into the firm fist which those clench who do not depend on stimulus.’ What does this mean? I do not know. Nor does Father. Nor do the people who write these books.