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

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

God is in the slums, in the cardboard boxes where the poor play house. God is in the silence of a mother who has infected her child with a virus that will end both their lives. God is in the cries heard under the rubble of war. God is in the debris of wasted opportunity and lives, and God is with us if we are with them.

In my dream, I was drowning my sorrows But my sorrows they learned to swim

I love America and I hate it. I'm torn between the two. I have two conflicting visions of America. One is a kind of dream landscape and the other is a kind of black comedy.

U2 is sort of song writing by accident really. We don't really know what we're doing and when we do, it doesn't seem to help.

There's no retirement for an artist,its your way of living so theres no end to it.