“Abe said something interesting. He said that because everyone's so poor these days, the '90s will be a decade with no architectural legacy or style- everyone's too poor to put up new buildings. He said that code is the architecture of the '90s.”

“He said, "Dance for me," and he said,"You are too beautiful for the windTo pick at, or the sun to burn." He said,"I'm a poor tattered thing, but not unkindTo the sad dancer and the dancing dead.”

“It is my trade," he said. "I work for the bean family, and every day there are deaths among the beans, mostly from thirst. They shrivel and die, they go blind in their one black eye, and I put them in one of these tiny coffins. Beans, you know, are beautifully shaped, like a new church, like modern architecture, like a planned city”

“I've said goodbye to the overworked notion that architecture has to save the world.”

“The PC is the LSD of the '90s.”

“Cheer up everyone," he said, a new brightness to his voice. "Since we’re all going to die horribly anyway, what’s there to be worried about?”