I can't wait to die so I can be a skeleton and play my chest like a xylophone.

I want to be alone and I want people to notice me — both at the same time.

I think sometimes all the charities are doing is mopping up the blood. It’s a shame.

And true love waits In haunted attics And true love lives On lollipops and crisps

I think the most important thing about music is the sense of escape.

Amnesiac was written to make fun of senior citizens with alzheimers. I hate them and I wish they'd die.

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.

I grew up under Thatcher. I grew up believing that I was fundamentally powerless. Then gradually over the years it occurred to me that this was actually a very convenient myth for the state.

It's easy to be miserable. Being happy is tougher - and cooler.

The more you try to erase me The more, the more The more that I appear

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.

Hand me the world on a silver platter, and what good would it be?

No one yet knows what awaits the Jews in the twenty-first century, but we must make every effort to ensure that it is better than what befell them in the twentieth, the century of the Holocaust.

I've always been so intrigued by French language and how it completely changes you, because of cultural context, because of humor.

... art approaches as a saving sorceress, expert at healing. She alone knows how to turn these nauseous thoughts about the horror or absurdity of existence into notions with which one can live.

If you are deeply connected with yourself, with your energy, staying awake to yourself in the moment, other prisoners tend to leave you alone.

People don’t just disappear. There’s always a reason, or an enemy with a grudge. There’s always a loose thread that starts to unravel.

Press bravely onward! - not in vainYour generous trust in human kind;The good which bloodshed could not gainYour peaceful zeal shall find.

At last he came to a door, with these words in glowing emeralds: THE END OF THE WORLD He did not hesitate. He opened the door and stepped through.

As I learn more and more about the six-year extension of the Collective Bargaining Agreement, it's obvious to me that NFL owners understood that they were going to get a new deal done at all costs.

Joy, oh joy. He’d rather have his entrails pulled out through his nostrils.’ (Fang)