I don't want to die, obviously, but really, the wonder of life is amplified by the fact that it ends.

I definitely like the oddballs. There's a song called 'Little Thing,' which is the only song that I have recorded that has no words. And it's the one that I get past my critic inside me.

Troubles, they may come and go, but good times, they're the gold.

Life it seems a struggle between what we think and what we see

I swear by now I'm playing time against my troubles I'm coming slow but speeding

The world and the universe are far more wonderful if there's not a puppet master.

My reaction to Radiohead isn't as simple as jealousy. Jealousy just burns; Radiohead infuriate me. But if it were only that, I wouldn't go back and listen to those records again and again. Listening to Radiohead makes me fell like I'm a Salieri to their Mozart. Yorke's lyrics make me want to give up. I could never in my wildest dreams find something as beautiful as they find for a single song - let alone album after album.