Alex Wyler Quotes

She's more real to me than anything I've ever known.

I saw her. I kissed her. I love her.

I'll wait!

This house is about connections.

I'm an architect. I like to build.

Pick a place. I'll be there, I promise.

Don't give up on me.

Hostess: And when were you hoping to dine with us?
Alex: Two years from tomorrow.
Hostess: Two years from tomorrow?
Alex: Yeah.
Hostess: Two years?
Alex: From tomorrow.

He could build a house. But he couldn't build a home.

Simon Wyler: Where's your brother?
Alex: I sent him away. He wasn't feeling well. You know how he is, he worries.
Simon Wyler: Yeah, I know. He gets that from your mother, I'm afraid. She always worried too much.
Alex: What are you looking at?
Simon Wyler: Hmm? Oh, yeah, here, take a gander. It's a proposal for a museum.
Alex: Who is it?
Simon Wyler: Someone new.
Alex: Oh, I like the walkways, where the light falls. What are the materials?
Simon Wyler: Granite. Aluminum.
Alex: White panels are straight out of Meier... but the interior color coming through the front windows, that's different. It's not new, but it's clean, uncluttered. I like it.
Simon Wyler: When was the last time you were in Barcelona?
Alex: Years ago, with you, Mom and Henry.
Simon Wyler: Do you remember visiting Casa de la Caritat?
Alex: The almshouse.
Simon Wyler: That's right. You mentioned Meier. His Barcelona museum stands in the same area as Casa de la Caritat. It drinks the same light. Meier designed a series of louvered skylights to capture that light and cast it inward to illuminate the art within, but indirectly. And, that was important, because although light enhances art, it can also degrade it. But, you know all that already, you son of a gun. Now, this... where do you suppose this is to be built?
Alex: I have no idea.
Simon Wyler: Oh, but you said you liked it.
Alex: Conceptually.
Simon Wyler: Now, come on. You know as well as I do that the light in Barcelona is quite different from the light in Tokyo. And, the light in Tokyo is different from that in Prague. A truly great structure, one that is meant to stand the tests of time never disregards its environment. A serious architect takes that into account. He knows that if he wants presence, he must consult with nature. He must be captivated by the light. Always the light. Always.

Simon Wyler: Come on. Tell me. Where have you been?
Alex: I've been trying to forget you and forgive you.
Simon Wyler: Did you succeed?
Alex: No.

Alex: You've got some nice pieces here.
Simon Wyler: Oh, yeah. Music's fine, music helps. It's like Nietzche says... Life would be...
Alex: Senseless with music.

Henry Wyler: Do you have a girlfriend?
Alex: Uh, you're going to think I'm crazy.

Alex: There should be a stairway down to the water, a porch, a deck. Here, you're in a - in a box. A glass box with a view to everything that's around you... but you can't touch it. No interconnection between you and what you're looking at.
Henry Wyler: I don't know, you know. He's got this big maple growing right in the middle of the house.
Alex: Containment.
Alex: Containment and control. This house is about ownership, not connection. I mean, it's beautiful. Seductive, even. But, it's incomplete.
Alex: It was all about him. Dad knew how to build a house, not a home. But you know... I think he wants us to do what he couldn't. But, admitting that would mean admitting that he came up short in some way... that he could do more. And that tortures him.
Henry Wyler: Do you remembering being here with Mom?
Alex: I remember she tried to make it work here... with us... with him.

Henry Wyler: So, do you have a girlfriend?
Alex: Er, no... no.
Henry Wyler: You hesitated.