Charley Butts: I turned 35 today. Some birthday! When's your birthday? Frank Morris: I don't know. Charley Butts: Geez, what kind of childhood did you have? Frank Morris: Short.
Prison Guard: Is something burning? Frank Morris: What? I don't smell nothing. Prison Guard: It must be my imagination. Working nights really gets to you. Frank Morris: You should try it from my side.
Frank Morris: No forks. Hey, no forks? Litmus: You see any? You want your pasta? Hey fresh fish, do you want your pasta? Frank Morris: You see any?
Morris chopped off the girl's hand with a hatchet then guttered laughter. The poor mulato wailed, her stump pumping. "What'choo do that for!" Cutton bellowed. He hadn't even gotten his trousers off before Morris had pulled this move.
Warden: [examining Frank's accordion] Been playing this thing long? Frank Morris: Couple of months. Warden: You any good? Frank Morris: Terrible. Warden: You'll get better. That's one of the benefits of Alcatraz - lots of time to practice.
The future of architecture is culture.
You need a prince to make a town in an intellectual sense. Developers want to make money. If they cared about architecture, they'd become architects. I've had so many projects that never came off because they had no sponsor, and not because they were...
Terence: I don't think that's right. I believe the "Dot Dot Dot" come between "Medula" and "Oblongota". [Morris shakes his head] Terence: Well, it did! Morris: The dots are where I say they are. Melody and tune, that's your trade, Terence. You're a t...
Lt. Morris Schaffer: [referring to what Smith called him earlier to maintain his cover] "Second rate punk," huh? Major John Smith: All I could think of on the spur of the moment. Lt. Morris Schaffer: Thanks, that makes it even worse. Major John Smith...
I don't really love computers.
I really believe in the idea of the future.
Damn everything but the circus.
I'm ashamed to be German.
I work from the inside out.
I'm interested in conflict and confrontation.
Don't belittle yourself. Be BIG yourself.
Art is skill, that is the first meaning of the word.
If it sells, it's art.
Space is the breath of art.
I don't want to be interesting. I want to be good.
I'm about four skyscrapers behind.
