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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."

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.

Art Is Like A Lover Whom You Run Away From But Who Comes Back And Picks You Up.

If I Were Really, Truly In Love With Someone Who Was Truly In Love With Me, Then I Would Get Married, But That Would Be The Only Reason I'd Get Married.

The Idea That I'm Going To Have To Sit Down To Write Some Fiction Where I'm Going To Have To Think Of A Plot Would Really Scare Me, Because It Would Come Out A Mess.