I've Been Slagged Off Completely By The

What Is Truth? Truth Doesn't Really Exist. Who Is Going To Judge Whether My Experience Of An Incident Is More Valid Than Yours? No One Can Be Trusted To Be The Judge Of That.

I Really Love Animals. My Cat Is My Little Soul Mate. He's Not Just A Cat, He's My Friend.

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."

My New Year's Eve Is Always 2 July, The Night Before My Birthday. That's The Night I Make My Resolutions. And This Year Scares The Life Out Of Me, Because No Matter How Successful, How Good Things Appear, There Is Always A Deep Core Of Failure Within Me, Although I Am Trying To Deal With It. My Biggest Fear, This Coming Year, Is That I Will Be Waking Up Alone. It Makes Me Wonder How Many Bodies Will Be Fished Out Of The Thames, How Many Decaying Corpses Will Be Found In One-room Flats. I'm Just Being Realistic.

Most People Don't Do Something Seminal. I've Done It Twice: With My Tent And My Bed. Picasso Did It With Cubism.