The words went round and round and round in my mind and my body, until I knew they were no longer my words but something that had been carved into my heart. And now my soul was crying.

I found that life has to be edited to continue.

When I think about sex it makes me realise how alone I feel.

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.

All the people in the late '80s and early '90s were really hell-bent on doing something for themselves, and they wouldn't take no for an answer. There was a lot of determination, and I was definitely part of that way of thinking.

I don't ask for an apology because it's only tomorrow's fish-and-chip paper.

When it comes to words I have a uniqueness that I find almost impossible in art – and it's my words that actually make my art quite unique.