I'm into designing houses and interior design. I like change. I like creating things out of nothing.

Design is a word that's come to mean so much that it's also a word that has come to mean nothing.

Books are but waste paper unless we spend in action the wisdom we get from thought - asleep. When we are weary of the living we may repair to the dead who have nothing of peevishness pride or design in their conversation.

The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is at bottom no design no purpose no evil no good nothing but blind pitiless indifference.

In most people's vocabularies design means veneer. It's interior decorating. It's the fabric of the curtains and the sofa. But to me nothing could be further from the meaning of design.

A designer knows he has achieved perfection not when there is nothing left to add but when there is nothing left to take away.

What we think of as our sensitivity is only the higher evolution of terror in a poor dumb beast. We suffer for nothing. Our own death wish is our only real tragedy.

Nothing is a matter of life and death except life and death.

Nothing is absolute with the debatable exceptions of this statement and death.

Libertarians know that a free country has nothing to fear from anyone coming in or going out - while a welfare state is scared to death of poor people coming in and rich people getting out.

Bulls can do nothing to demand justice. They can only defend themselves as best they can in a fight with a pre-determined ending and die never knowing why they were forced to endure such a painful and prolonged death. It's up to us as a civilized society to call for an end to the Running of the Bulls and bullfighting.

There is nothing glamorous about death.

Our birth is nothing but our death begun As tapers waste the moment they take fire.

The death of anti-gay hate speech is no doubt being hastened by the head-spinning speed with which gays as a group - to say nothing of gay marriage - are becoming an unremarkable and even quite traditional parts of American life.

Everybody thinks I'm at death's door but I'm not. There's nothing seriously wrong with me and my heart is in 100 percent working order. Anything else you may hear is a damn lie!

The disembodied spirit is immortal there is nothing of it that can grow old or die. But the embodied spirit sees death on the horizon as soon as its day dawns.

Without fullness of experience length of days is nothing. When fullness of life has been achieved shortness of days is nothing. That is perhaps why the young have usually so little fear of death they live by intensities that the elderly have forgotten.