“It won't snow on us," I told my hiking companions, "because I lead a good and virtuous life." "We're dead," Dave Long said.” — 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
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
An adventure is never an adventure when it happens. An adventure is simply physical and emotional discomfort recollected in tranquility. — Tim Cahill Copy Share
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
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
Mystery is a resource, like coal or gold, and its preservation is a fine thing. — Tim Cahill Copy Share
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
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
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
“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
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
In 1952, Muddy cut the song 'Rollin' Stone.' It was a nationwide success, and the song echoes down through rock n' roll history. Bob… — Tim Cahill Copy Share
A constant ongoing joke among the people that I travel with is my absolutely hopeless sense of direction. I'm able to get lost a… — Tim Cahill Copy Share
