To see classic rock, you had to go to an arena. But punk was happening everywhere, even in little towns in the middle of nowhere in Maryland. I'd drive out to places I'd never been, just to go and see… — 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
“You are the reason I get out of bed. To tell you that I have gotten out of bed.” — Bill Callahan Copy Share Image
Prose is like this big block - you write big paragraphs. I feel that when I'm reading and writing, that a prose book is… — Bill Callahan Copy Share Image
From the first time you can look in the paper and you accept that you're the entertainment for some people that night, it becomes… — Bill Callahan Copy Share Image
