Lisa See

Copy Image

Read a thousand books, and your words will flow like a river

Copy Image

I am old enough to know only too well my good and bad qualities, which were often one in the same

Copy Image

We hug, but there are no tears. For every awful thing that's been said and done, she is my sister. Parents die, daughters grow up and marry out, but sisters are for life. She is the only person left in the world who shares my memories of our childhood, our parents, our Shanghai, our struggles, our sorrows, and, yes, even our moments of happiness and triumph. My sister is the one person who truly knows me, as I know her. The last thing May says to me is 'When our hair is white, we'll still have our sister love

Copy Image

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

Copy Image

In that moment I understood that the cruelest words in the universe are if only