It is just as likely that as I invent what I want to say, you will invent what you want to hear.

There is a certain seductiveness about dead things. You can ill treat, alter and recolour what's dead. It won’t complain.

If I let them take away my demons, I'll have to give up what I've found.

Art saved me; it got me through my depression and self-loathing, back to a place of innocence.

I looked at my palms trying to see the other life, the parallel life. The point at which my selves broke away and one married a fat man and the other stayed here.

The truth is that you can divide your heart in all sorts of interesting ways - a little here, a little there, most banked at home, some of it coined out for a flutter. But love cleaves through the mind's mathematics. Love's lengthways splits the heart in two - the heart where you are, the heart where you want to be. How will you heal your heart when love has split it in two?

I never wanted children. If I'd been deeply in love with a man and he'd wanted children, it would have been difficult.