Drying up in conversation You will be the one who cannot talk All your insides fall to pieces You just sit there wishing you could still make love. — Thom Yorke Copy Share Image
How come I end up where I started How come I end up where I belong... You used to be alright What happened? — Thom Yorke Copy Share Image
I named my son Noah for the same reason Chris Martin named his apple: we're asses. — Thom Yorke Copy Share Image
Rock music is, is a necessary evil, like beating my children with penny loafers — Thom Yorke Copy Share Image
We're at a time when we are being presented with undeniable changes in the global climate and fundamental issues that affect every single one… — Thom Yorke Copy Share Image
When even your fans are writing to tell you to get a life, you know you need to listen. — Thom Yorke Copy Share Image
My dad spent his whole life getting into fights for telling what he believed to be the truth. Basically it comes from my dad-and… — Thom Yorke Copy Share Image
I got into the music business thinking it was really radical, that it wasn't really a business at all, that it was a lot… — Thom Yorke Copy Share Image
People sometimes say we take things too seriously, but it's the only way you'll get anywhere. — Thom Yorke Copy Share Image
I'm achingly aware of my own limitations as both part of the human race and as an individual. I'm just, casting this out that,… — Thom Yorke Copy Share Image
I often fake my death and then just show up at people's houses. They say 'that's a good one Thom' but I know maybe… — Thom Yorke Copy Share Image
