At midnight every night, I would methodically leave the house for a couple hours' walk, come back in, and record. And then… — Bill Callahan Copy Share Image
You get into moods - like, if somebody does something to you, then you're angry for maybe 30 seconds, or maybe 30… — Bill Callahan Copy Share Image
I feel like you come in under a cloak of someone else's skin for a while, but then you can shrug it… — 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
