Postmodern Architecture Quotes & Sayings

The idea that we're going to win this war is an idea that unfortunately is just plain wrong. — Howard Dean

I collect books and I have some really, really old schoolbooks, and God is mentioned on every single page. — Dave Mustaine

It's almost as if we don't need to live our lives or feel our feelings at all, because someone already told us what the ending was going to be. — Josephine Angelini

In the country you preserve your identity -- your personality. There you are an aggregation of atoms, but in the city you are only an atom of an aggregation. — Robert G. Ingersoll

Courtesy is only a thin veneer on the general selfishness. — Honore De Balzac

In three long strides, Chris was leaning into me, pressing my back up against the building His palms flattened against mine, our fingers interlocking above my head. "Let me uncomplicate things for you." He closed his eyes, leaned his head forward, and pressed his lips against mine. — Andrea K. Robbins

Life's a roller coaster, and you never know when it's going to take a turn. — Ty Pennington

People define themselves aesthetically at a very young age. — Thom Filicia

One of the stated goals of the postmodern movement in architecture was a greater sensitivity to the people who live in or use newly designed buildings. — Martin Filler

There are seasons in life. Don't ever let anyone try to deny you the joy of one season because they believe you should stay in another season ... Listen to yourself. Trust your instincts. Keep your perspective. — Jane Clayson

I'm totally against women in combat, because we live in a culture and a society that imposes on every man the concept of women and children first ... If you had a man and a woman trying to go through some dangerous woods, the man's instinct would be to protect the woman. Therefore you weaken the man. — Grace Hopper

Essex was just a shadow in the room, the shadow of a thing I wanted, which was itself a shadow of wanting. But it was unspeakably sweet to feel even that, and terrifying to know how quickly it would pass. A moment inscribed on water, a memory that would fade to grey. I was nothing but a ghost hunter, chasing the wraith of the man I used to be. A beachcomber of my own detritus. — Alexis Hall