Humor Quote by Terje B. Englund

“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

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

— William F. Longgood

“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

“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

“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

“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

“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

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

“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

“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

“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

“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

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

“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

“Bringing him back” had been through those months my hidden focus, a magic trick. By late summer I was beginning to see this clearly.…

— Joan Didion