The problem is, I cannot meditate. That's the one thing I can't do. That's the thing that's driving me nuts. I have a house by the sea, and I can sit and listen to the sound of the sea and eventually... but I can't really do it.

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

Build gaps in your life. Pauses. Proper pauses.

At home I've got a very puerile, juvenile sense of humour.

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

Most of my dancing is actually convulsions from having to listen to my own music

Getting everything you want has nothing to do with anything.