Quote by Thom Yorke
Well, my son really loves wildlife. And everytime he draws a polar

Well, my son really loves wildlife. And everytime he draws a polar bear I want to tell him there probably wont any by the time… hes my age. Thats kinda hard to deal with. – Thom Yorke

Other quotes by Thom Yorke

I think the most important thing about music is the sense of escape. – Thom Yorke

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Music
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Music is more difficult – try naming a political band. The Dead Kennedys. The Dead Kennedys are political, but they are more funny than they are political. – Thom Yorke

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funny
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Its not catastrophes, murders, deaths, diseases, that age and kill us its the way people look and laugh, and run up the steps of omnibuses. – Virginia Woolf

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Every age needs men who will redeem the time by living with a vision of the things that are to be. – Adlai E. Stevenson

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Bad news isnt wine. It doesnt improve with age. – Colin Powell

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Age gives you a great sense of proportion. You can be very hard on yourself when youre younger but now I just think well everybodys absolutely mad and Im doing quite well. – Steven Morrissey

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Merit is often an obstacle to fortune; the reason is it produces two bad effects, envy and fear. – Proverb

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The biggest thing we get out of it is seeing the kids smile. And hopefully we will also see that the lessons were teaching – not only the fundamentals of hockey, but also the life values – are sinking in. – Bobby Orr

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Five thousand people every day lose their home because of a medical bankruptcy. Most of them had insurance. – Debbie Stabenow

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Voluptuaries, consumed by their senses, always begin by flinging themselves with a great display of frenzy into an abyss. But they survive, they come to the surface again. And they develop a routine of the abyss: Its four o clock. At five I have my abyss… – Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

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