He sings melodies that wind like ribbons into the vistas. (p75) - Maxine Hong Kingston

I learned to make my mind large, as the universe is large, so that there is room for paradoxes. (p29)

I hope when artists write new characters, we invent new archetypes and they are visions of ways that we can be...What we need to do is to be able to imagine the possibility of a playful, peaceful, nurturing, mothering man, and we need to imagine the possibilities of a powerful, nonviolent woman and the possibilities of harmonious communities and if we can just imagine them, that would be the first step toward building them and becoming them. (1990)

I feel that I break through pigeonholes of what's fiction and what's nonfiction, of what an autobiography is. (1990)