There were only two times in my life when I've actually felt down about things and gotten myself into a full mental mess. One of the times was in 1982. I had a horrible time for a few months and felt pretty desperate. Then again in 1984, for various reasons, not all of them within my control. Since then, I just wander in and out of black moods.

Nobody notices me. Nobody thinks I'm me. But then I look less like me than most of the people coming to our concerts.

Living, it's awful for me.

I do a job I really, really love and I kind of have fun with. People think you can't be grown up unless you're moaning about your job.

It's a perfect day for letting go.

I'd rather spend my time looking at the sky than listening to Whitney Houston.

I don't dislike my peers because they're still around and remind me of what I'm doing. I never liked them anyway. I never liked U2, the things they've done over the years.