They love me like I was a brother They protect me, listen to me They dug me my very own garden Gave me sunshine, made me happy Nice dream, nice dream Nice dream

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

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

I named my son Noah for the same reason Chris Martin named his apple: we're asses.

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.

I would rather die then let my kids eat cup a soup.

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*