OK Computer? More like No Thank You Computers. They killed my father, and I hate them.
I could blow bubbles. Bubbles would solve any dilemma we face. If bubbles were president there would be no war.
The thing I remember most about America is that it’s silly. That can be quite a relief at times.
The only real difference between me and chocolate pudding is that I am not a black man.
When people ask me for an autograph I usually ask for a pen and then stab them with it.
I’m a full grown man and I’m not tall enough to ride a rollercoaster. So I will sit on the teacups, eat my tea and biscuits and reminisce with the cheshire cat who lives in my head. Oh hello Mr. Cheshire, lovely weather this morning. Mr. Cheshire? Oh my god.
My heart is a weatherballoon caught in an updraft of a chinese tax percentage, the tax percentages are unequivocaaaaaaaaaal, Unequivocaaaaaaaaal. This is the sort of lyrics you could never think of, loser. Here’s a razorblade go cut yourself.
People are born with certain faces, like my father was born with a face that people want to hit.
Metaphorically I am made of chairs. It’s a metaphor though. That means I am not actually made of the chairs.
I often steal sandwiches, eat them, and put the container’s back., with a signed autograph of my self in its place. It’s my way of giving back to society.
And the moral of the story is I’m Thom Yorke.
I named my son Noah for the same reason Chris Martin named his apple: we’re asses.
I have multiple personalities, but, being a fairly uncreative individual, they are all Thom Yorke.
I’m even taller in person, because photographs shrink you down and steal your soul native american.
I don’t really think of most non-English as people, more or less indigenous squirrels that I fancy to kick around with my snakeskin French Persian Boots.
You can’t make an egg without frying an egg.
I guess I am narcisstic, but only in the sense that I am brilliant and tortured as well.
Nobody wins the superbowl, I win the superbowl. I am the superbowl.
I am the greatest thing to happen to black music.
The hardest part about being in radiohead is being inside a giant head that is a radio. Ha ha, little english humour there, or is it a hammer?