Metal is more popular than it ever has been, every expression of it.

Doom hits the same frequencies that polytonic Buddhist chanting does, which is very hypnotic and makes time relative when listening.

Doom is thinking-man's heavy, something you climb into and not only discover the riffs and depth of the music, but also you also climb into yourself and explore the inner environment.

I find a very guilty pleasure in dark themes and vibes, and finding where the transcending nature of awareness meets this darkness.

People who understand Doom don't blink an eye at song lengths.

It's weird for me to come from the 80s when metal was so uncool and see how far it has come.

The lyrics are critical of dogmatic belief, too, as I see it in many lifestyles and philosophy religious or otherwise.

For me, the card catalog has been a companion all my working life. To leave it is like leaving the house one was brought up in.

When I breathe down my nose to say how do you do to a horse, it can hear that breath at anything up to twenty yards, for horses have the most acute sense of hearing.

I've never found therapy to be a sign of weakness; I've found the opposite to be true. The willingness to have a mirror held up to you definitely requires strength.

"You will accomplish a lot more with movement than you will with motivation." So MOVE. Create action. Make plans and stick to them. But above all: Cut Out The Input, And Begin The Output.

Love of power more frequently originates in vanity than pride (two qualities, by the way, which are often confounded) and is, consequently, yet more peculiarly the sin of little than of great minds.

Kidd, turn off the light to spare my blushes.

Observermanship is the art of giving the impression that you are with it even though you don't know Latin very well.

To some of us, raised and trained in allowing the Bible to absorb the world (that is, to "see" all of reality through the biblical story), the Bible is quite clear about all really important matters.

I would always love this fragile human girl, for the rest of my limitless existence.

Compare the silent rose of the sun And rain, the blood-rose living in its smell, With this paper, this dust. That states the point.