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

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

My mind swirled with memories of the life I had led. The constant struggle to keep up appearances, the pretenses, the smiles that had been met with tears. The long sleepless nights, the loneliness that cloaked my spirit and turned me into a true ghost.

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

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!

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

If you can't go back to your mother's womb, you'd better learn to be a good fighter.