I tell you what's really ridiculous--going into a bookstore and there's all these books about yourself. In a way, it feels like you're already dead.

I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.

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

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

Sonic the hedgehog is a beautiful statement on capitalism. You spend your whole life collecting yellow rings and then hit one spike and lose them all. And there is a fat man who wants to kill you.

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

I don’t see it in terms of changing things, but rather using language and music as weapons for fighting a mainstream media which is predominately right-wing, and loyal to the political framework and it’s corporate interests.