As far as thinking about death and murder and various ways of killing people and how people die... I probably have the most twisted mind in Slayer.

The symbolic language of the crucifixion is the death of the old paradigm resurrection is a leap into a whole new way of thinking.

We get into the habit of living before acquiring the habit of thinking. In that race which daily hastens us towards death the body maintains its irreparable lead.

We are dying from overthinking. We are slowly killing ourselves by thinking about everything. Think. Think. Think. You can never trust the human mind anyway. It's a death trap.

The Peking man was a thinking being standing erect dating to the beginning of the Ice Age.

I was trying to make art that my son could look on in the future and would realize I was thinking about him very much during these times... that he can look and see my dad's thinking about me but to also embed in these things something that is bigger than all of us.

As a dad I'm emotionally dedicated but I'm not 'figuring out their life plans'. But of course as I'm telling them about the rights of wrongs I'm thinking back to what I was like at their age.

Politicians... talk in generalities and lies and I think they've caused all our grief. They're so awful they're really funny. I hate thinking this because my dad loved politics.

I loved climbing because of the freedom and having time and space. I remember coming off Everest for the last time thinking of Dad and wishing that he could have seen what I saw. He would have loved it.

I came back from university thinking I knew all about politics and racism not knowing my dad had been one of the youngest-serving Labour councillors in the town and had refused to work in South Africa years ago because of the situation there. And he's never mentioned it - you just find out. That's a real man to me. A sleeping lion.