A Quote by Thom Yorke

What the hell am I doing here? — © Thom Yorke
What the hell am I doing here?

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I choose to ignore hell in my life. When I was a little kid I asked my Dad "Am I going to go to hell?" because I'd heard about hell. And he said, "Nothing you're gonna do will get you into hell." And so I got to ignore it.
Hell, I am young. I am free. My teeth are clean. The sun shines. To hell with everything else
If I can't do something for the public good, what the hell am I doing?
I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here.
Am I R&B because I'm black? Am I pop because I have a song called 'Milkshake'? Or can I just be who the hell I am? Good Lord, people make it seem like we're doing heart transplants here, but we're just making music!
I am not like other people. I am burning in hell. The hell of myself.
What I am doing; how I am being as I am doing it; and does it bring honor to my community? What is the lesson in what I am doing? And most importantly, am I having fun?
There was a lot of reflection - I know that - wondering, 'What in the hell am I doing?' But it paid off.
What the hell am I doing...? Escape holding myself as a hostage...? I won't be able to make it like that.
As a baseball player, you know the commodity you're selling, but with acting, you wonder, 'What the hell am I doing that is so hot?'
Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell.
At 21, you can live life with reckless abandon, as reckless as your abandon is. Then, at 30, there's something there are the supposed to be's. You're like, "I'm supposed to be doing this. I'm supposed to be doing that." You start measuring your life by what you think you're supposed to be doing. Having recently turned 40, it's like, "What the hell?! Why am I worried about what I'm supposed to be doing? What do I want to do?" You become fine with wherever the road takes you.
It seems like we wake up and it's a race until you get to bed. It gets to you after a while and you think, 'What the hell am I doing?'
Sometimes I feel like I’m actually on the wrong planet. It’s great when I’m in my garden, but the minute I go out the gate I think, ‘What the hell am I doing here?
I wish I were less awkward around strangers. I never know what to say when someone asks me who I am and what the hell I'm doing in their house.
Why am I doing the work I'm doing? Why am I friends with this person? Am I living the best life I possibly can? Questions are often looked upon as questions of doubt but I don't see it that way at all. I question things to stay present, to make sure I'm doing what I'm supposed to be doing.
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