I Am Fiercely Independent And I Probably

Have You Ever Longed For Someone So Much, So Deeply That You Thought You Would Die? That Your Heart Would Just Stop Beating? I Am Longing Now, But For Whom I Don't Know. My Whole Body Craves To Be Held. I Am Desperate To Love And Be Loved. I Want My Mind To Float Into Another's. I Want To Be Set Free From Despair By The Love I Feel For Another. I Want To Be Physically Part Of Someone Else. I Want To Be Joined. I Want To Be Open And Free To Explore Every Part Of Them, As Though I Were Exploring Myself.

There Is No Comparison Between Him And Me; He Developed A Whole New Way Of Making Art And He's Clearly In A League Of His Own. It Would Be Like Making Comparisons With Warhol.

I'm Not Trying To Find Another Thing That's Wrong With Me, But I'm Such A Nice Person, And I Have A Couple Of Drinks And I'm Really Good Fun And Then I'm Really Not Fun

Because Of The Amount Of Press Attention, People Went To See This Dirty Bed, As If It Was A Freak Show. But When They Got There, They Saw Something Else - The Bed, Stuff On The Walls, Whatever. For The Tate, It's The Highest Attendance They Ever Received For The Turner Prize Show. There Was A Massive Queue, And When You Got Into My Bit, You Couldn't Move.

What's In Yesterday's Newspaper Is Today's Fish-and-chip Paper. If It Really Affects My Life So Badly, So Personally, Then I Would Do Something About It. When It's Really Out Of Order, Or Something Possibly Detrimental To My Family, Or I'm Driven To Such A Level That I Know That This Can Be Picked Up And Repeated Again, I Will Just Write Or E-mail The Newspaper Editor. So, In The Next Day's Newspaper, It Might Say, "tracey Emin Says This Is Factually Incorrect."