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

I'm totally monogamous when I'm in a relationship, and when I'm not in a relationship, I don't sleep around. So when I'm not with someone, I'm really on my own.

I am fiercely independent and I probably wouldn't be if it wasn't for the way in which I was brought up

I feel physically ill if I don't make work, I don't create. I don't feel very good. I don't feel right, I feel wrong.

I've got over so much. Mum wouldn't want anything to come into my life that would make me fragile again

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.

Strolling on the plateau of life, desperate for the mountain, I never thought that I would get this far. It's only art that has carried me through, given me faith in my own existence. But now I am approaching a point in my life where I desire more.