“If we do not play in the dangerous surf, we will drown in puddles.”

“On these magic shores children at play are for ever beaching their coracles. We too have been there; we can still hear the sound of the surf, though we shall land no more.”

“We play very dangerous games with life and no one knows our rules.”

“Don't we all know that art is dangerous. You play it - then you live it.”

“We cannot build on peace on blood. We are still so addicted to this lie. We have this fantasy that we honor the dead by adding to their number. What we need to do is remember that these bodies bury us. This ocean of blood that we create through the fantasy that violence brings virtue drowns us, drowns our children, drowns our future, drowns the world. We have to understand that when we pour these endless young bodies into this pit of death, we follow…”

“We do not stop playing because we are old We are old because we stop playing.”