“Just like every other year, there's a kind of death in the air as the summer is squelched by autumn. It is a lonely feeling.”

“[T]hat old September feeling, left over from school days, of summer passing, vacation nearly done, obligations gathering, books and football in the air ... Another fall, another turned page: there was something of jubilee in that annual autumnal beginning, as if last year's mistakes had been wiped clean by summer.”

“Autumn...the year's last, loveliest smile."[Indian Summer]”

“My heart is drumming in my chest so hard it aches, but it's the good kind of ache, like the feeling you get on the first real day of autumn, when the air is crisp and the leaves are all flaring at the edges and the wind smells just vaguely of smoke - like the end and the beginning of something all at once.”

“Why is summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad?”

“It happened in the autumn of the year, when murder feels at home, because so many other things are dying.”