“People have passed through a very dark tunnel at the end of which there was a light of freedom. Unexpectedly they passed through the prison gates and found themselves in a square. They are now free and they don't know where to go.”

Address at the Institute of Contemporary Arts, London; quoted in The Independent, London (22 March 1990)

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