The traces of our life here will lie cold and still, dreaming, like the brittle eyes of dolls in an abandoned cabin, and the last men will look to them for explanations, or apologies. — Tim Cahill Copy Share Image
Most of us abandoned the idea of a life full of adventure and travel sometime between puberty and our first job. Our dreams died under the dark weight of responsibility. Occasionally the old urge surfaces, and we label it with… — Tim Cahill Copy Share Image
Many people go into the wilderness to experience it, and if they experience it in comfort, there's very little in a literary sense for… — Tim Cahill Copy Share Image
Stanley Kubrick, I had been told, hates interviews. It's hard to know what to expect of the man if you've only seen his films.… — Tim Cahill Copy Share Image
An adventure is never an adventure when it happens. An adventure is simply physical and emotional discomfort recollected in tranquility. — Tim Cahill Copy Share Image
The traces of our life here will lie cold and still, dreaming, like the brittle eyes of dolls in an abandoned cabin, and the… — Tim Cahill Copy Share Image
The hard wind we get around here on the eastern slopes of the Rockies is called a Chinook. It's a katabatic wind and comes… — Tim Cahill Copy Share Image
Mystery is a resource, like coal or gold, and its preservation is a fine thing. — Tim Cahill Copy Share Image
In the sago palms, you'll often find sago beetles which are about the size of your little finger. The Karowai put those on the… — Tim Cahill Copy Share Image
As one of the first editors at 'Outside' magazine in 1975, it was my contention that most American writing going back to James Fennimore… — Tim Cahill Copy Share Image
New Orleans jazz is a complex and embracing art form that began about the same time as the blues and encompassed many of its… — Tim Cahill Copy Share Image
“EARLY MORNING IN THE yard at the Men’s Reformatory at Anamosa, prisoners lounging about, doing lazy time, and here comes John Wayne Gacy, inmate… — Tim Cahill Copy Share Image
My first book was called 'Buried Dreams,' about a serial-killer, which was probably about ten years ahead of the serial-killer curve. It was a… — Tim Cahill Copy Share Image
Healthier, perhaps, to find beauty in life and feel it expand inside of us. — Tim Cahill Copy Share Image
