I think about giving up. I almost do.

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.

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

I think about giving up. I almost do.

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

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.