Yellow Face marks my summation of multiculturalism.

I've never quite understood the idea of a "season." Whenever an artistic director says to me, 'I have this slot,' I always start to feel we're parking cars or something.

Now I see -- we are always most revolted by the things hidden within us.

The West believes the East, deep down, wants to be dominated, because a woman can’t think for herself

We are all prisoners of our time and place.

It's the stories that make my heart beat faster ...those are the ones to write about

This is the ultimate cruelty, isn't it? That I can talk and talk and to anyone listening, it's only air--too rich a diet to be swallowed by a mundane world.