“We're not afraid of the dark. Our nightmares were born on sultry, summer afternoons.”

“Embryos are like photograph film," said Mr. Foster waggishly, as he pushed open the second door. "They can only stand red light." And in effect the sultry darkness into which the students now followed him was visible and crimson, like the darkness of closed eyes on a summer's afternoon.”

“The days were longer then (for time, like money, is measured by our needs), when summer afternoons were spacious, and the clock ticked slowly in the winter evenings.”

“If it is possible to be happy in the middle of a nightmare, then Topthorn and I were happy that summer.”

“People are always looking into the dark. We're afraid of what we might see. It might be the dark outside, it might be the dark of our own souls, but I figure it's better to get caught looking that to never know.”

“Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.”