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

No matter how American I become, I'm considered part of the Chinese community by my own family.

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.

We were meant to survive because of our minds' ability to reason, our ability to live with frustration in order to maintain our virtue. We wore smiling masks while dying inside.

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.

I think about giving up. I almost do.

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