I knew I was Chinese, but growing up, it never occurred to me that that had any particular implication or that it should differentiate me in any way. I thought it was a minor detail, like having red hair.

Ive studied Chinese in college, but basically, Im not bilingual.

Sometimes I hate you, sometimes I hate myself, but always I miss you

I'm happy. Which often looks like crazy.

Yellow Face marks my summation of multiculturalism.

Why, in the Peking Opera, are women's roles played by men?...Because only a man knows how a woman is supposed to act.

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.