It was quiet, deeply so, but it was the kind of quiet that…

“Mr. Grote shows me how he grows wild rice in the stream and collects the seeds. The rice is nutty and brown. He plants…

— Christina Baker Kline

“she can remember everyone admiring a rare kind of evening they spoke of as something they ought to save from oblivion to describe to…

— Marguerite Duras

At a meeting in her office in the late summer of 2002, months before the war in Iraq, prisoner abuse at Guantanamo is discussed.…

— Seymour Hersh

“It was one of those late summer days trying its best to convince everyone that winter would never seep through and ravage the earth.”

— A.J. Waines

“Mrs. Miniver suddenly understood why she was enjoying the forties so much better than she had enjoyed the thirties: it was the difference between…

— Jan Struther

“Five minutes later, the girls stood at the open kitchen door, blinking in the brilliant overcast light. The smell of lilacs, roses, sweet peas,…

— Heather Dixon

“The Czechs are downright crazy about mushrooms! In late summer and autumn, a foreigner might even get the impression that the number of sponge-hunting…

— Terje B. Englund

“In the late summer of that year we lived in a house in a village that looked across the river and the plain to…

— Ernest Hemingway

It’s the place of the story, beginning here, in the meadow of late summer flowers, thriving before the Atlantic storms drive wet and winter…

— Gregory Maguire

“Author’s Note Caroline is a marriage of fact and Laura Ingalls Wilder’s fiction. I have knowingly departed from Wilder’s version of events only where…

— Sarah Miller

“What is it about the Greek character that has allowed this complex culture to thrive for millennia? The Greek Isles are home to an…

— Laura Brooks

“Every year, Kansas watches the world die. Civilizations of wheat grow tall and green; they grow old and golden, and then men shaped from…

— N.D. Wilson

“I’d hate you to lose it before you got your tongue, fingers, and cock inside of me.” “Tate…” Logan said, looking over his own…

— Ella Frank

“If I shut my eyes it returns: the evocation of a whole wood, a whole world of wood-darkness and flowers and birds and late…

— H.E. Bates

A late summer garden has a tranquility found no other time of the year.

— William F. Longgood