Always keep mint on your windowsill in August, to ensure that buzzing flies will stay outside, where they belong. Don't think the summer is over, even when roses droop and turn brown and the stars shift position in the sky. Never presume August is a safe or reliable time of the year.

Any institution becomes a community - whether it's a high school or a boarding school or a publishing company or a small town where everybody knows certain things about people.

Remember what I've told you. Remember me.

...and so many orchards circled the village that on some crisp October afternoons the whole wold smelled like pie.

Outside, the September air was enticingly fragrant, yellow with pollen and rich, lemony sunlight.

I love science fiction but especially his because it's so humane.

Sally...can no longer think of love as a reality, or even as a possibility, however remote.