“I had this something that kept pushing me forward, even when I was so scared I wished I could die. It was something I had to do, not because somebody else had told me I had to, but because I had told myself I did. It was just a need to see and be seen, I guess. It certainly wasn’t to be rich. I didn’t know what rich was.”
—To Jack Hurst, Chicago Tribune,
January 31, 1976