31 Quotes by Sana Krasikov

The immediate difficulty, Florence realised while riding the high rail back to Brooklyn, was how to break the news to her parents, even if she could convince them that being a chaperone to six foreign men was a legitimate occupation for a twenty-three-year-old girl. What choice did she have? A paycheck could not win a girl’s independence

The only way to learn who you are is to leave home.

Breaking your family's heart was the price you paid for rescuing your own.

The compulsion to work, to be useful, to escape futility's grip--maybe these things foretold a deeper wish to be used up. Eradicated. Perhaps these satisfactions and others came from the same obliterating impulse that made the soul search for a cause worthy of consuming it.

A Red Riding Hood out of her depths in the woods of socialism.

Breaking your family’s heart was the price you paid for rescuing your own.

Florence, listen to me carefully. He squeezed her hand. Take whatever that agent offers you. Give him what he wants, and don’t ask too many questions. Get yourself an exit visa as soon as you can. Then leave! Disappear. Forget this wretched place.

Sunset was just then settling over Red Square. There seemed some hidden vision to be gleaned. A message about man’s chaotic spirit and his sombre dignity. His dignity and his power. His power and his purpose. She was sure that there was some thread there, but the burden of decoding it made her feel too tired.

What is more human than having our cruelty incited by another’s weakness?