August is ripening grain in the fields blowing hot and sunny, the scent of tree-ripened peaches, of hot buttered sweet corn on… — Jean Hersey Copy Share Image
My life is like the summer rose That opens to the morning sky, But ere the shades of evening close Is scattered… — Richard Henry Wilde Copy Share Image
There's no reason why you can't say "August Wilson, playwright" even though all of my work, every single play, is about black… — August Wilson Copy Share Image
Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside… — Diane Ackerman Copy Share Image
. . .in August in Mississippi there’s a few days somewhere about the middle of the month when suddenly there’s a foretaste… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
I happened upon a memoir by a midlevel White House staffer, and he had been in the room that [Nixon's last] night… — Harry Shearer Copy Share Image
What I learned as an actor was the only way you could really do August Wilson's work, you had to leave an… — Charles S. Dutton Copy Share Image
August used to be a sad month for me. As the days went on, the thought of school starting weighed heavily upon… — Henry Rollins Copy Share Image
That smell of freshly cut grass makes me think of Friday night football in high school. The smell of popcorn and cigar… — Garth Brooks Copy Share Image
Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August. Winters are simply a time to count the weeks until… — Jenny Han Copy Share Image
We just had to stay out-of-the-way [in Fences]. [August Wilson] already wrote a masterpiece. And you really don't know how it's going… — Denzel Washington Copy Share Image
Doctor told me I've got two weeks to live. I said: "Can I have the last week in July and the 1st… — Frank Carson Copy Share Image
This was one of those perfect New England days in late summer where the spirit of autumn takes a first stealing flight,… — Sarah Orne Jewett Copy Share Image
Walking the streets of Charleston in the late afternoons of August was like walking through gauze or inhaling damaged silk. — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
I mean, if somebody said to me, junior year of college, you can go anywhere, your old man's paying for it, I'd… — Chris Matthews Copy Share Image
On the 31st of August, 1846, I left Concord in Massachusetts for Bangor and the backwoods of Maine,... I proposed to make… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
It is a historical error for those who were not there to just refer to August 28th as 'I Have a Dream'… — Jesse Jackson Copy Share Image
“August stared at her, aghast. "Did I know that kissing you would bring your soul to surface? That - THAT - would… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
If you had planned to come to Crawford in the middle of the hot summer in August, no one would have come… — Ann Wright Copy Share Image
The Parisian is to the French what the Athenian was to the Greeks: no one sleeps better than he, no one is… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
I've got nothing against tattoos. I don't have one myself. If I did, it would be right there next to my watch.… — Jeff Foxworthy Copy Share Image
Thank you for the Spark of July, and I'm preparing for the Fireworks of August — Mark Jefferson Copy Share Image
Friday, August 04, 2006 MONUMENT posted 8:31 AM Silver nitrous girls pointed into occult winds of porn and destiny. — William Gibson Copy Share Image