“Of course, now I am too old to be much of a fisherman, and now of course I usually fish the big… — Norman Maclean Copy Share Image
Traverse City sits halfway between the North Pole and the Equator, and our summer days are long. The light seems to take… — Doug Stanton Copy Share Image
“For if in careless summer days In groves of Ashtaroth we whored, Repentant now, when winds blow cold, We kneel before our… — George Orwell Copy Share Image
On some summer days in New York City, the air hangs thickly visible, like the combined exhalations of eight million souls. Steam… — Diane Ackerman Copy Share Image
I grew up in St. Louis, and I don't know if you've ever been to St. Louis in the middle of summer.… — Scott Bakula Copy Share Image
“and rocks and creaks and moans in the eternal breeze. Through all ages — when the pavement was grass, when it was… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Ghosts can haunt damned near anything. I have heard them in the breathy voice of a song and seen them between the… — Damien Echols Copy Share Image
Time dissolves in summer anyway: days are long, weekends longer. Hours get all thin and watery when you are lost in the… — Nancy Gibbs Copy Share Image
Between the dusk of a summer night And the dawn of a summer day, We caught at a mood as it passed… — William Ernest Henley Copy Share Image
“Summer days, and the flat water meadows and the blue hills in the distance, and the willows up the backwater and the… — George Orwell Copy Share Image
Millions of American women, and some men, commit that outrage every summer day. They are turning a superb treat into mere provender.… — Rex Stout Copy Share Image
