Never turn down a job because you think it's too small; you don't know where it can lead

Never turn down a job because you think it's too small; you don't know where it can lead.

The weather is fine,' she said after a moment.
'Have we already run out of things to say?'
His voice was light and teasing, and when she turned to steal a glance at his face, he was looking straight ahead, a small, secret smile touching his lips.
'The weather is very fine,' she amended.
His smile deepened. So did hers.

Standing at the original Victorian counter was a man in a long black leather coat. His hair had been grown to counteract its unequivocal retreat from the top of his head, and was fashioned into a mean, frail ponytail that hung limply down his back. Blooms of acne highlighted his vampire-white skin.

My buildings will be my legacy... they will speak for me long after I'm gone.

Architecture is a visual art, and the buildings speak for themselves.