Obviously there will be a backlash. If you believe the hype you have to believe a backlash too. Any criticism we get, is always stuff we've already criticized ourselves.

I suppose subconsciously I was thinking in terms of having the scale of it matching the scale of the images. Hence the sort of string quartet, jazz band and electronic stuff.

When people say you're doing something radical in rock or dance music, I'm not sure how special that is. What we do is so old-fashioned. It's like trying to do something innovative in tap-dancing.

Anything that has more of Graham's guitar playing, I'm bound to like.

Everything I know about pop culture I know from 'The Simpsons,' and they say the Grammys aren't very good.

I'm quite into listening to music and not doing anything else.

I think it should be ambitious and good music does deal with life and art and all these wonderful things.

Everything I do feels like It's going to end up being in Radiohead.

I'm pampered like you wouldn't believe.

I think guitarists are really over-admired and over-revered.

I suppose all of us - we have the old Protestant work ethic of feeling guilty when you're not working, and getting a buzz from feeling like you're really busy. That's the reason to sort of carry on.

Well, what do you know? Fakespeare!

A compliment is something like a kiss through a veil.

As long as people want to hear me play and as long as I'm able to play, then I will. I enjoy playing and performing. If I wasn't doing that, what else would I do?

The first lie of fiction is that the author gives some order to the chaos of life: chronological order, or whatever order the author chooses.

Acting for me was the gospel, the love of the spoken word.

You need a fantastic memory in this game to remember the great shots and a very short memory to forget the bad ones.

It's a whydunnit in q-sharp major and it has a message: never talk to the sort of girls that you wouldn't leave lying about in your drawing-room for the servants to pick up.

I was called a terrorist yesterday... Today I am admired by the very people who said I was one.

Oh! My beloved! fill the cup, that clears to-day of past regrets and future fears.

For writers from working-class families, the making of art is cultural disenfranchisement, for we do not belong in literary circles and our writing rarely makes it back home.