“September: it was the most beautiful of words, he’d always felt, evoking orange-flowers, swallows, and regret.”
“There is a place, September, oh, very far from Pandemonium. A place where it is always autumn, where there is always cider and pumpkin pie, where leaves are always orange and fresh-cut wood is always burning and it is always, just always Halloween.”
“When the true love will blossom, it will be the most beautiful flower.”
“The flower that blooms in adversity is the rarest and most beautiful of all.”
“The flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all.”
“Her beauty is the least of her dower-and she is the most beautiful woman I've ever known. That laugh of hers! I've angled all summer to evoke that laugh, just for the delight of hearing it.”