I believe I've passed the age of consciousness and righteous rage. I've found that just surviving is a noble fight. I once believed in causes too; I had my pointless points of view. And life went on no matter who as wrong or right.

I look in the mirror and think, 'I don't look like a rock star.' I talked about this with Bono and we looked at each other and decided we look like a pair of bricklayers.

Move to California - my first impression of the Wild West.

I'm kind of putting my toe back in the water and seeing how it feels. We're going to be doing stuff we haven't done for years and years and years. So I'm looking forward to seeing how this stuff flies.

I definitely prefer being a lover than a fighter.

Life is a series of hellos and goodbyes; I'm afraid it's time for goodbye again

Why should I worry, why should I care? And even when I cross that line, I got street savoire faire.