“It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York.”

“… In the summer New York was the only place in which one could escape from New Yorkers…”

“Again and again, the cicada’s untiring cry pierced the sultry summer air like a needle at work on thick cotton cloth.”

“I love New York on summer afternoons when everyone's away. There's something very sensuous about it - overripe, as if all sorts of funny fruits were going to fall into your hands.”

“I don't know how long I kept at it…
I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still.
It didn't seem to be summer any more”

“Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York.”

“How hushed and still are earth and air,
How lanquid 'neath the sun's firece ray-
Drooping and faint flowers fair,
On this hot, sultry, summer day!”

“I dwell in a lonely house I know
That vanished many a summer ago.”

“I know I am but summer to your heart,
and not the full four seasons of the year.”

“If it's what you say, I love it, especially later in the summer.”