I put Catholic guilt to work pretty good for a rich rock star.

Jesus, Jesus help me. I'm alone in this world.

Every artist is a cannibal/every poet is a thief/all kill for inspiration/and then sing about the grief.

I felt rich when I was 20 years old and my wife was paying my bills. Just being in a band, I've always felt blessed.

When people say, you know, 'Good teacher,' 'Prophet,' 'Really nice guy'... this is not how Jesus thought of Himself. So you're left with a challenge in that, which is either Jesus was who he said he was or a complete and utter nut case. You have to make a choice on that.

Poverty breeds despair. We know this. Despair breeds violence. We know this. In turbulent times, isn't it cheaper, and smarter, to make friends out of potential enemies than to defend yourself against them later?

Sub-Saharan Africa is also home to 400 million of the world's poorest people.