'Rolling Stone' had started something called 'Outside,' and since I was one of two people in the office that liked going outside, I was pegged to work on it. The concept of the magazine was simple: literate writing about the… — 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
