It's not about me, it's about the kids. As long as I can cover the rent, I'm happy.

It doesn't matter what school the kids come from, when they're here, they're a team.

It broke my heart. I literally went home and cried.

Identity is theft of the self

The painter knew that color was not something you controlled but something you set free. He believed that color knew its way home.

The sale of the painting is a disservice to artists, to art, to architecture, to the architecture profession and to the public,