“How they lived, what was their religion, their art, their mentality.”

The work of art is brought into the world without there being a need for it.

Changes in the traditional way of building are only permitted if they are an improvement.

The Potemkin city of which I wish to speak here is none other than our dear Vienna herself.

A vertical stroke: the male who penetrates her.

The house satisfies a requirement.

It was the first work of art. A horizontal stroke: the woman lying down.

Man loves everything that satisfies his comfort.

All art is erotic.

The work of art is responsible to none; the house is responsible to everyone.

Lack of ornamentation is a sign of spiritual strength.

The room has to be comfortable; the house has to look habitable.

Be truthful. Nature only sides with truth.

The house thinks of the present.

Supply and demand regulate architectural form.

He hates everything that wants to draw him out of his acquired and secured position and that disturbs him.

The work of art wants to draw people out of their state of comfort.

What if Jesus was the only normal person who ever lived?

Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour because it is dead. Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance.

You can’t understand light unless you understand darkness, because that’s where life is most often lived – somewhere between the two. It’s messy and it’s beautiful all at the same time.

May I not seem to have lived in vain.

We literally lived underground. We dug a hole and lived there for years. My father cleaned public toilets, even though he was a highly respected poet.

I feel that I’ve lived and see the same evolution in this regard around disability.

Once again, we find ourselves back in the unknown – not in the idea of the unknown, but in the lived reality of it. It’s the mind humbled, on its knees, with bare feet and free of the known.

Each feminist work has tended to be received as if it emerged from nowhere; as if each one of us had lived, thought, and worked without any historical past or contextual present.