I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips. – Violette Leduc, Mad in Pursuit

The end-of-summer winds make people restless. – Sebastian Faulks, Engleby

Summer-induced stupidity. That was the diagnosis, I decided as I made my way up the dirt path in the pouring rain. – Aimee Friedman, Sea Change