I’ve been reading a book lately. That book is Thom Yorke, and the conclusion is that he’s brilliant.
Being in a band turns you into a child and keeps you there.
My songs are my kids. Some of them stay with me, some others I have to send out, out to the war. It might sound stupid and it might even sound naive, but that’s just the way it is.
I think sometimes all the charities are doing is mopping up the blood. It’s a shame.
At home I’ve got a very puerile, juvenile sense of humour.
People in bands don’t have the kind of conversations people might think they have. The best things about being in a band are the things that are unsaid.
The video of ‘Paranoid Android’ has been censored by MTV. They took all nipples out of the cartoon, but they had no problem with the scene in which a man cuts off his own arms and legs.
Getting everything you want has nothing to do with anything.
If you don’t trust everybody on stage with you, then you’re in trouble.
Your fantasies are unlikely. But beautiful.
My only means of self defense is to wiggle my eye and feign being a salamander. It has saved my life but once I was partially eaten by a bald eagle who thought I was a salamander. Hence, my skills. Hence.
Jumped in the river, what did I see? Black-eyed angels swam with me A moonful of stars and astral cars And all the figures I used to see All my lovers were there with me All my past and futures And we all went to heaven in a little row boat There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt.
Generally speaking, if people are prepared to stick their heads above the power pit, like Zinn says, and absorb what’s going on around them, it makes them think.
Sonic the hedgehog is a beautiful statement on capitalism. You spend your whole life collecting yellow rings and then hit one spike and lose them all. And there is a fat man who wants to kill you.
I cannot read a fortune cookie without breaking down and crying. I am sensitive.
Do you think Radiohead is my whole goddamn life? I also have a roadside cart where I sell apples and mincemeat pies.
I often fake my death and then just show up at people’s houses. They say ‘that’s a good one Thom’ but I know maybe they don’t really think it’s a funny joke.
The society, is, a dishwasher, where all the water, is, dead chipmunk blood. God I’m brilliant.
I hate cars. They are so loud, and ugly, and full of toxic exhaust, like radiohead fans.
Occasionally I’ll just pull out a rifle and shoot one of my audience members. So far there have been no complaints filed.