“He was in my hair, my eyes, my fingers, my heart. I day-dreamed about what he was doing, thinking, seeing, smelling, feeling. I could not eat for thoughts of him.”Lisa See book Peony in LoveSource: Peony in Love
“Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming -- weren't our dreams what gave us strength, hope, and desire?”Lisa See book Peony in LoveSource: Peony in Love