In the summer of 2009, I was at the Shakespeare lab at the public theater in New York. — William Mapother
I have never lived before…Until this summer, I did not know what it was to be alive. — Madeleine L'Engle
For Beatrice, summer without you is as cold as winter. Winter without you, is even colder. — Daniel Handler
Lo! sweeten’d with the summer light, The full-juiced apple, waxing over-mellow, Drops — Alfred Lord Tennyson