People Don't Remember. Revenge Is Sweet.

I've Always Said If I Could Own One Piece It Would Be Vermeer's The Love Letter, And If I Could Put It Anywhere It Would Be In A David Chipperfield Building. I'm Almost There With The Building - Chipperfield Is Building A New House For Me In London. The Vermeer Is A Long Way Off.

The Wheel That Squeaks Gets The Oil.

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.

The People In Miami Are So Different From Anywhere Else I've Been In America. They're So Down To Earth, Really Friendly, And Quite Self-effacing, With A Good Sense Of Humor. I'm Not Saying Other Parts Of America Don't Have A Sense Of Humor, But Miami Maybe Has To Have A Really Good Sense Of Humor For Lots Of Different Reasons, And It Works. It Works For Me.