It's impossible being me, I radiate a glow that makes others turn and grimace in horror as if staring into the sun.

People are born with certain faces, like my father was born with a face that people want to hit.

I'm not a martyr, just a musician who dies for your sins. Oh, that's what a martyr is? Very well then, I am a martyr, if you insist.

I wrote a lot of stuff quickly: pages and pages of notes that seemed pretty incoherent at first. Most of it was taken from the radio because -suddenly being a parent- I'd be confronted by the radio giving a news report every hour of the day.

You know, it's never easy to understand why I do what I do. For other people, I mean.

There are a lot of things I cannot do, such as eat books and read chicken.

I see fat kids on the street all the time and I give them free radiohead t-shirts with bullseyes on them. Later when I see them wearing the t-shirts I shoot at them with bb guns while riding a very large dog and singing kicking squealing gucci little piggy over and over