Why did the chicken cross the road? Because he's a goddamn chicken he doesn't know what the **** he's doing

If I could do just one thing to change the world, I'd make everyone Thom Yorke, and this would be paradise.

How come I end up where I started How come I end up where I belong... You used to be alright What happened?

One person can't change the world. But Thom Yorke can, because he's two people. Both of them are Thom Yorke.

Metaphorically I am made of chairs. It's a metaphor though. That means I am not actually made of the chairs.

We don't have to stand on a soap-box and preach because hopefully we're channelling it through the new record.

Is Thom Yorke there? Oh he is? Well then how the can I be Thom Yorke, talking to you, right here, on the phone.

Do not tell me what I can and cannot do. I'll be as asian as I want to (Stretches his eyes in a racist manner).

I could blow bubbles. Bubbles would solve any dilemma we face. If bubbles were president there would be no war.

If I could be any famous person, I'd be John Wilkes Booth, because I'd love to shoot Abraham Lincoln in the face

Anybody can make 'good' music. I make terrible music, which is what makes it so different, and therefore better.

I bought a blimp just so I could get a bunch of wankers excited over nothing, what did you do with your weekend?

I'm not afraid of computers taking over the world. They're just sitting there. I can hit them with a two by four.

Isn't it strange how someone can be both human and divine at the same time? I am referring, of course, to myself.

Every Christmas people are so nice to me, they think I am Little Tim from A Christmas Story. But I'm not. *smiles*

Bulletproof is about the fact that I was shot in the face and survived. Nah I'm joking that'd be grisly and awful.

It's hard being Thom Yorke. You have to get up every morning and look at that face and not shoot at it with a gun.

To protest, I stood in the place of a waste receptacle and opened my mouth. That's how I lost my virginity *laughs*

I've never believed that pop music is escapist trash. There's always a darkness in it, even amidst great pop music.

It's impossible being me, I radiate a glow that makes others turn and grimace in horror as if staring into the sun.

I don't like old friends talking to me like I'm a pop star, cos it makes me feel like I'm becoming two-dimensional.

Do you think Radiohead is my whole goddamn life? I also have a roadside cart where I sell apples and mincemeat pies.

Alot of my lyrics are about beating my children. 'Hit the bottom and escape' is a cry for help. oh god someone stop me

It's God's will that millions of people are gonna die this year because of some outmoded economic policies? No, it's not!

Occasionally I'll just pull out a rifle and shoot one of my audience members. So far there have been no complaints filed.

Where are you sleeping tonight? Face down in the mud? That's a British tradition: Take acid and fall asleep in some field.

If I were to be any celebrity, I'd be Chris Martin. I've always wondered what it would be like to be jealous of Thom Yorke.

I'm banned from Middlebrook elementary for telling dirty jokes to the janitor. The janitor! He cleans up dirt for a living.

I'm not saying my fans are stupid, but I once left a cabbage onstage next to a harmonica and nobody noticed for three hours

I may be a tough fellow but I have a reflective side as well. Reflective as in I'll bash your head in with a ****ing mirror.

My father slapped my thighs with a variety of meats until I began to cry and sulked in the corner. I later became a musician

Hungry Hungry Hippos is so depressing. You continuously chomp away at those balls and you are alone and it's your birthday.'

Ironically my brother died in a car accident shortly after Airbag was recorded. He's not an identical twin so I didn't care.

Mephostopheles is the name of a male gigolo I knew. When he's reaching up to grab me, I suppose it's an erotic bit of poetry.

Well, it only dawned on me about six months ago that not everybody's against me all the time. It was something of a revelation.

In America, there seems to be more focus on the idea that it's important to do things differently. In Britain, it's not an issue.

When you're a parent, then you still have to commit to this concept of, "Okay, I'm basically out of action now for three months."

The head of state Has called for me by name But I don't have time for him It's gonna be a glorious day I feel my luck could change

I've tried crowd surfing but the radiating light that surrounds me kept sending me floating into the heavens. Goddamn I'm beautiful

I'm not a martyr, just a musician who dies for your sins. Oh, that's what a martyr is? Very well then, I am a martyr, if you insist.

Most Radiohead songs are actually REM songs, I just have a mentally ill child read the lyrics aloud and then I change the melodies a bit.

I use various soaps and hand sanitizers in the shower. I shower maybe fifteen times a day, but Thom Yorke is never really clean *laughs*.

I lost my virginity to a pumpkin when I was 23. Back then I was convinced I was actually a Vegetable, hell, that's what the song is about.

2+2=5 wasn't intentional. I thought you carry a 1 every time there are two 2's in an equation. I'm not stupid, the mathematicians is stupid

It's maybe a good thing to try to make music that feels reassuring in some ways - something that's got a good feeling, a good vibe about it.

You do it to yourself, you do, And that's what really hurts, Is that you do it to yourself, Just you and no one else, You do it to yourself...

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?

I think escape is sort of like coming to a show with ten thousand other people and responding to that moment. Sharing that moment - that's escape.

Drying up in conversation You will be the one who cannot talk All your insides fall to pieces You just sit there wishing you could still make love.

Almost every song on OK Computer revolves around how I am afraid computers get up at night and attempt to choke me with their wires.*doesn't laugh*

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