I don't want this life to end," said Alexander. "The good, the bad, the everything, the very old, to ever end.

Tatiana and the soldier were having a silence

Memory - that fiend, that cruel enemy of comfort.

Each day brought just another minute of the things they could not leave behind. Jane Barrington sitting on the train coming back to Leningrad from Moscow, holding on to her son, knowing she had failed him, crying for Alexander, wanting another drink, and Harold, in his prison cell, crying for Alexander, and Yuri Stepanov on his stomach in the mud in Finland, crying for Alexander, and Dasha in the truck, on the Ladoga ice, crying for Alexander, and Tatiana on her knees in the Finland marsh, screaming for Alexander, and Anthony, alone with his nightmares, crying for his father.

Whenever you're unsure of yourself, whenever you're in doubt, ask yourself three questions. What do you believe in? What do you hope for? but most important, ask yourself, what do you love?

He is just protective over me-” “Not protective, Tania. Consumed.

I tend to be a great optimist when it comes to the United States and the American way of life, I think precisely because I wasn't born into it.