OK so my parents were married in 1955 and my mom knew my dad was gay and my dad knew he was gay and so I was like 'Why in the heck did you get married?' Like what was going on? What was that time? It's like this crazy paradox that my whole life is based on or my family's based on. So I spent a lot of time trying to understand '55.

The paradox of courage is that a man must be a little careless of his life even in order to keep it.

Only in growth reform and change paradoxically enough is true security to be found.

The curious paradox is that when I accept myself just as I am then I can change.

It seems a fantastic paradox but it is nevertheless a most important truth that no architecture can be truly noble which is not imperfect.

The attempt to devote oneself to literature alone is a most deceptive thing and often paradoxically it is literature that suffers for it.