It's So Sweet, I Feel Like My

Rock 'n' Roll Is Ridiculous. It's Absurd. In The Past, U2 Was Trying To Duck That. Now We're Wrapping Our Arms Around It And Giving It A Great Big Kiss.

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.

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?

At A Certain Point, I Just Felt, You Know, God Is Not Looking For Alms, God Is Looking For Action.

I Get To Hear The Really Good Or The Really Bad Things In The Press, But I Don't Read It. I Can Afford To Say That Because Public Opinion Does Not Drive U2's Audience.