I think my characters - well, at least a few of them - are hoping or searching for some kind of contact with god.

I've never heard of that anthology [Vance Randolph, Pissing in the Snow], but you can be sure I'll buy it now.

Part of the reason might be that I was born in 1954 and I look upon my youth with great fondness, like many old men. And, though my work doesn't focus much on good things, I see that period as America's heyday. True, we had many problems, like racism and Vietnam, but we still weren't quite as nuts as we seem to be now.

Some people were born just so they could be buried.

I've always been a bit of a pessimist in regard to mankind.

I sort of like writing about weird characters, I guess.

I was always a big reader, even when everything was bad and miserable.