Some people say houses consist of walls. I say houses consist of windows.

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Windows in rank and file are sad, windows should be able to dance.

A person in a rented apartment must be able to lean out of his window and scrape off the masonry within arm's reach. And he must be allowed to take a long brush and paint everything outside within arm's reach, so that it will be visible from afar to everyone in the street that someone lives there who is different from the imprisoned, enslaved, standardised man who lives next door.

<cite>Hundertwasser, 1990</cite>

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