“Who ran to help me when I fell And would some pretty story tell Or kiss the place to make it well? My Mother.”

“Twinkle twinkle little star! How I wonder what you are Up above the world so high Like a diamond in the sky!”

“Who ran to help me when I fell And would some pretty story tell Or kiss the place to make it well? My Mother.”

“The stars were extra bright tonight, and they shone and glimmered as if each one had something it wanted to say.”

“I was a teen star. That's disgusting enough.”

“Architecture is a rare collective profession: it's always exercised by groups. There is an essential modesty, which is a complete contradiction to the notion of a star.”