For many years I have lived uncomfortably with the belief that most planning and architectural design suffers for lack of real and basic purpose. The ultimate purpose it seems to me must be the improvement of mankind.
As a culture I see us as presently deprived of subtleties. The music is loud the anger is elevated sex seems lacking in sweetness and privacy.
Words can be said in bitterness and anger and often there seems to be an element of truth in the nastiness. And words don't go away they just echo around.
It was amazing that a play that seems dated in this world... A man whose best friend is a six-foot white rabbit... But it caught on especially with young people - they surprised me most of all.
I have a full life: I have two amazing kids I have great friends great family. And right now that's plenty for me to manage. A new relationship just seems like way too much work.
If you think spreading money around by force seems like an odd definition of fairness you're not alone.
But it seems that the judging maybe they shouldn't at least see the practices all week long. That can taint the way they go into the judging and the outlook of what's going to happen instead of just watching those four minutes and judging on those minutes alone.
People talk about the conscience but it seems to me one must just bring it up to a certain point and leave it there. You can let your conscience alone if you're nice to the second housemaid.
Photography alone of the arts seems perfected to serve the desire humans have for a moment - this very moment - to stay.
Life's an awfully lonesome affair. You come into the world alone and you go out of the world alone yet it seems to me you are more alone while living than even going and coming.
It seems that when you have cancer you are a brave battler against the disease but when you have Alzheimer's you are an old fart. That's how people see you. It makes you feel quite alone.
You are capable of more than you know. Choose a goal that seems right for you and strive to be the best however hard the path. Aim high. Behave honorably. Prepare to be alone at times and to endure failure. Persist! The world needs all you can give.
You come into the world alone and you go out of the world alone yet it seems to me you are more alone while living than even going and coming.
The culture of independent film criticism has totally gone down the drain and this seems to come with the territory of the consumer age that we are now living in.
It seems to me there is a change in what audiences want to see. I can only hope that's correct because there's an awful lot of people of my age around now and we outnumber the others.
The reason for the slow progress of the world seems to lie in a single fact. Every man is born under the yoke and grows up beneath the oppressions of his age.
When you get to my age life seems little more than one long march to and from the lavatory.
It seems that when you get to a certain age you almost give yourself permission to misbehave and say what you think. People allow it with very old people.
It seems as if an age of genius must be succeeded by an age of endeavour riot and extravagance by cleanliness and hard work.
Not to expose your true feelings to an adult seems to be instinctive from the age of seven or eight onwards.
I suppose when they reach a certain age some men are afraid to grow up. It seems the older the men get the younger their new wives get.
Confusion of goals and perfection of means seems in my opinion to characterize our age.
Aging seems to be the only available way to live a long life.