My heart chokes in me like in a prison! I'm dying for a little love and I got nobody-nobody!" wailed Shenah… — Anzia Yezierska

In an air-shaft so narrow that you could touch the next wall with your bare hands, Hanneh Breineh leaned out and knocked on her neighbor's window. (first lines)

A man is free to go up as high as he can reach up to; but I, with all my style and pep, can't get a man my equal because a girl is always judged by her mother.

The trouble with us is that the ghetto of the Middle Ages and the children of the twentieth century have to live under one roof.