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Can't you ever be comfortable-and unimportant?" Everything's important with you, everything's great, significant in some way, every minute, even when you keep still. "Do you always have to have a purpose? Do you always have to be so damn serious? Can't you ever do things without reason, just like everybody else? You're so serious, so old.Henry Cameron made a mistake: he loved his work. He said only that the form of a building must follow its function that the structure of a building is the key to its beauty that new methods of construction demand new forms that he wished to build as he wished and for that reason only. He had nobody to quote and nothing of importance to say. Henry Cameron had nothing to offer against this nothing but a faith he held merely because it was his own. It was not necessary to design buildings any longer, only to photograph them the architect with the best library was the best architect.Don't you know what you want? How can you stand it, not to know?" "If you want my advice, Peter, you've made a mistake already."I don't intend to build in order to have clients I intend to have clients in order to build.".I may, perhaps, stand at the beginning of one." But the best is a matter of standards-and I set my own standards. And I can find the joy only if I do my work in the best way possible to me.
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If I find no joy in it, then I'm only condemning myself to sixty years of torture. "But you see, I have, let's say, sixty years to live.Why is it so important-what others have done? Why does it become sacred by the mere fact of not being your own? Why is anyone and everyone right-so long as it's not yourself? Why does the number of those others take the place of truth? Why is truth made a mere matter of arithmetic-and only of addition at that? Why is everything twisted out of all sense to fit everything else? There must be some reason. Every man creates his meaning and form and goal. Its maker gives it the soul and every wall, window and stairway to express it."
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A building doesn't borrow hunks of its soul. Its integrity is to follow its own truth, its one single theme, and to serve its own single purpose. Nothing can be reasonable or beautiful unless it's made by one central idea, and the idea sets every detail. The purpose, the site, the material determine the shape.
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Then your masters of the Renaissance came along and made copies in plaster of copies in marble of copies in wood. Your Greeks took marble and they made copies of their wooden structures out of it, because others had done it that way. Wooden beams, the way they had to be laid when people began to build wooden shacks. "The famous flutings on the the famous columns-what are they there for? To hide the joints in the wood-when columns were made of wood, only these aren't, they're marble. The ruler struck the glass over the picture. "Shall I tell you what's rotten about it?" "All right, then." Roark got up, he took a long ruler from the desk, he walked to the picture. "I haven't the time to waste on silly questions." " That," said the Dean, "is the Parthenon!" "Why do you want me to think that this is great architecture?" He pointed to the picture of the Parthenon."Do you mean to tell me that you're thinking seriously of building that way, when and if you are an architect?".Quotes Except as otherwise noted, page numbers correspond to the hardcover Bobbs-Merrill edition (1943) Part I ( Peter Keating ) they will come and they will go When the rain washes you clean. And what you lost Thunder only happens when it's raining Players only love you when they're playing Say. In the stillness of remembering what you had. Have you any dreams you'd like to sell? Dreams of loneliness. you'll know Now here I go again, I see the crystal visions I keep my visions to myself It's only me Who wants to wrap around your dreams and. drives you mad In the stillness of remembering what you had And what you lost. (Stevie Nicks) Now here you go again You say you want your freedom Well who am I to keep you down It's only right that you should Play the way you feel it But listen carefully to the sound Of your loneliness Like a heartbeat.