My name may be Thom Yorke, but only I can call me Thom Yorke.

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

Can you imagine a world in which the letter O does not exist? My name would be Thm Yrke. Think about that.

Rock music is, is a necessary evil, like beating my children with penny loafers

My father slapped my thighs with a variety of meats until I began to cry and sulked in the corner. I later became a musician

My songs are my kids. Some of them stay with me, some others I have to send out, out to the war. It might sound stupid and it might even sound naive, but that's just the way it is.

My name may be Thom Yorke, but only I can call me Thom Yorke.