Do you know who Karl Marx is? He is this strange little man, long dead, who lived his narrow little life, and somehow managed by the power of his wayward brain to lay hold upon millions of human lives!

When Chinese get together - what's buried stays buried. We don't even discuss our embarrassing early days struggling in Chicago.

To be able to do art, it was a luxury to me.

There have been 50 or 60 books written about Empress Orchid, but none of them bothered to really examine the period in China when she lived. I was taught that she was evil; it's in all the textbooks.

The sun doesn't just hang on one family's tree

The self was a very strange concept to me until I came to America, and my child was born with that entitlement, and that just thrilled me.

I was happy not to be in his place. He could command my death, but not his. But then, what kind of power was his? He was a prisoner of himself.