" Dreaming was easy. I could dream for hours — not thinking, not wondering, not conscious of the passing of time. I could dream at all times and in all places — and this place was made for dreams. I did not awake until Andrew’s shadow fell across my knees. “Where are the sand-castles, Jane?” “They were castles in Spain,” I replied, smiling up at him. “But the real reason I wanted to come to the sea was pearls. Pearls like sea-water and sunshine.” He stooped over the pool and said, “Not real pearls, "

― D.E. Stevenson , Anna and Her Daughters