I feel like there's already a written narrative going on everywhere. All the different situations and realities you're in, like words floating by. It's something that I didn't start thinking about until recently, but you can hitch that ride, that… — Bill Callahan Copy Share Image
You know how on Christmas day, the day feels different, even if you're just sitting in your chair waiting for your girlfriend to put her face on and you haven't even started any of the festivities yet, the day still… — Bill Callahan Copy Share Image
To see classic rock, you had to go to an arena. But punk was happening everywhere, even in little towns in the middle of… — Bill Callahan Copy Share Image
I was late to the Internet. I didn't really understand what it was. I didn't know what an email was. — Bill Callahan Copy Share Image
James Cain was saddled with being called the father of hardboiled fiction. Apparently, he didn't like this saddle. — Bill Callahan Copy Share Image
“And I hope each morning you wake like a bird in a nest and fly without a thought.” — Bill Callahan Copy Share Image
I have long begged off the question of my albums reflecting where I am 'at' personally. There is more inaccuracy in that approach than… — Bill Callahan Copy Share Image
“Love is the king of the beasts And when it gets hungry it must kill to eat Love is the king of the beasts… — Bill Callahan Copy Share Image
“I look forward to sleeping each night. The air is cool and it often starts to rain around 2:00 A.M., breaking the heat and… — Bill Callahan Copy Share Image
I've never detected a correlation between where I am and what I write. I think there could be something subconscious, though. And I can't… — Bill Callahan Copy Share Image
I cross things out more than I write them. And if I try to sing a line, and I know that it's written incorrectly,… — Bill Callahan Copy Share Image
