What motivated me? My mother. My mother was an immigrant woman, a peasant woman, struggled all her life, worked in the garment center.

If anything I consider myself an anarchist.

I was an organizer in the Food, Agricultural and Tobacco Workers Union down in North Carolina.

Understood what the struggle was about. My mother. Couldn't read or write, but she had more sense than many a graduate from Harvard.

But find something that you absolutely love doing. And then get to love the way you do it. That's the uniqueness of all of us. That's it.

I'm more important to me than any body you can mention. Do you know that?

I prefer that for my own satisfaction over radio, there's no audience. TV, there's no audience. I need the response of the audience, even if it's a silent response.