I Pick Up My Pen. It Flows.

I Had Some Good Opportunities. I Was Lucky To Have Had The Chance To Do Things Differently. Architecture Is About Surprise.

I Deliberately Disregarded The Right Angle And Rationalist Architecture Designed With Ruler And Square To Boldly Enter The World Of Curves And Straight Lines Offered By Reinforced Concrete... This Deliberate Protest Arose From The Environment In Which I Lived, With Its White Beaches, Its Huge Mountains, Its Old Baroque Churches, And The Beautiful Suntanned Women.

When I Was Very Little My Mother Said I Used To Draw In The Air With My Fingers. I Needed A Pencil. Once I Could Hold One, I Have Drawn Every Day Since.

We Hated Bauhaus. It Was A Bad Time In Architecture. They Just Didn’t Have Any Talent. All They Had Were Rules. Even For Knives And Forks They Created Rules. Picasso Would Never Have Accepted Rules. The House Is Like A Machine? No! The Mechanical Is Ugly. The Rule Is The Worst Thing. You Just Want To Break It.

Sometimes I Lose A Whole Morning Waiting On Journalists And Other People Who Look For Me. But I Always Find Some Time For Reading, Talking To My Friends And Feeling What Is Happening In This World.