My work is frequently described as cold, which is baffling, since it seems to me embarrassingly, shame-makingly, scandalously warm. I find my work filled with sentiment, and I can't imagine why people find it cold.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I think coldness is chic among writers, and particularly ironic coldness. What is absolutely not allowable is sadness. People will do anything rather than to acknowledge that they are sad.
Cold is a state of mind.
I don't like cold people at all. It makes me feel really insecure.
Whatever brief delights it provides, mere strangeness in poetry and prose eventually leaves us cold, especially when we suspect the writer is stretching for effect to avoid the actual life before his eyes.
I like the cold weather. It means you get work done.
I can be more cold than people would like me to be.
That feeling when you're so cold you'd give anything to be warm - I've had it before, literally huddled around a candle flame on an ice sheet.
I was desperate really for people not to accuse me of coldness. It was taboo.
People who are friends with me and who know me, know a side of me that is totally not cold.
People say they get a warmness from me.