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.

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

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.

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

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

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.