“The summer is put away folded up in the drawer with other summers.”

“and sleeping put an end to summer, 1928,”

“You cannot fold a flood and put it in a drawer, because the winds would find it out and tell your cedar floor.”

“If you were coming in the fall,I'd brush the summer by,With half a smile and half a spurn,As housewives do a fly.If I could see you in a year,I'd wind the months in balls,And put them each in separate drawers,Until their time befalls.”

“It was a summer I would never, ever forget. It was the summer everything began. It was the summer I turned pretty. Because for the first time, I felt it. Pretty, I mean. Every summer up to this one, I believed it’d be different. Life would be different. And that summer, it finally was.”

“My old grandmother always used to say, Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever.”