Augustine, Anne Sexton and Sylvia Plath are confessional writers and all three make me sick. I have nothing in common with them.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
To some extent, all authors are a little schizophrenic. We lead most of our lives in solitary confinement, living and breathing the books that we're writing.
Suzanne Collins, it was such a big thing for me to make the handshake with her and to say, 'You can trust me. I will not screw up your books. And I won't let them be diluted and softened. And I won't let them be exploited and made guilty of the sins that are being commented on in the books.' I take that really seriously.
I was really influenced by Joan Didion and Pauline Kael; they were both at the height of their influence when I was coming into my own as a reader.
If I think about the writers I love or might be influenced by, I can't write at all, so I pretend there aren't any.
I go to readings by fiction writers like Alice Walker, and I'm envious of the level of attention they generate.
I surround myself with bizarre people. They're more fun to write about.
I have no illusions concerning the precarious status of my tales and do not expect to become a serious competitor of my favorite weird authors.
Any writer worth the name is always getting into one thing or getting out of another thing.
I love Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton. I also love more cerebral poets like H.D. and Emily Dickinson. My parents subscribed to a monthly poetry periodical, and as a teenager I was introduced to Denise Levertov, who was an influence.
I have so many favorite authors; I can't name just one.