And then, because she was Tatiana and because she couldn’t help herself, and because he wouldn’t have it any other way, she ran to him and was in his arms.

If I can live through this, he thought, I can live through anything. If I can live through this, I WILL live through anything.

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

Some words were like that. Whole lives attached to them. Ghosts and lives and ecstasy and sorrow.

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.

We walk alone through this world, but if we're lucky, we have a moment of belonging to something, to someone, that sustains us through a lifetime of loneliness.

He stared at her fists and at her face and said with upset incredulity, "You promised me you would forgive me-" "Forgive you,"Tatiana hissed through her teeth, tears streaming down her face, "for your brave and indifferent face, Alexander!" She groaned in pain. "Not for your brave and indifferent heart.