summer

Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.

Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains.

I would love to do a biopic of a famous singer, like Diana Ross or Donna Summer, or an old jazz story that we haven't seen before. I would love to do that! I would love to play Diana Ross 'cause she's an icon. I'm salivating to do that.

My summer reading suggestion: Pick a really famous, really long novel.

In the summer we graduated we flipped out completely, drinking beer, cruising in our cars and beating up each other. It was a crazy summer. That's when I started to be interested in girls.

After graduating in the summer of 1980, I knew I wanted my life to count.

Our whole family assembles in Chicago at Christmas and usually in Aspen in the summer.

So when I was 13, I basically left home and never returned and lived at home again. I would come home for a week at Christmas and two weeks in the summer only.

I could taste the salt on her lips, each kiss like a summer wave breaking on an empty beach.

In the summer I wear shorts with a bright top and ankle boots or just sandals. I'll add a nice scarf, maybe a hat, some cool sunglasses. It's all about the accessories.

Summer bachelors, like summer breezes, are never as cool as they pretend to be.

In the hot summer months, popsicles are a perfect way to cool down while enjoying a delicious, fruity treat. Frozen, refreshing, mouth-friendly candy on a stick cannot get any better... or can it?

The animal merely makes a bed, which he warms with his body in a sheltered place; but man, having discovered fire, boxes up some air in a spacious apartment, and warms that, instead of robbing himself, makes that his bed, in which he can move about divested of more cumbrous clothing, maintain a kind of summer in the midst of winter, and by means of windows even admit the light and with a lamp lengthen out the day.

Now that it's officially summer, here's my advice to parents who want to continue teaching their kids during the next two months and learn something themselves: visit Civil War battlefields.

Tears of joy are like the summer rain drops pierced by sunbeams.

One swallow alone does not make the summer.

Oh the summer night Has a smile of light And she sits on a sapphire throne.

In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.