Summer was a lady who didn’t give up her spotlight easily.
Take off that darn fur coat!…Or maybe you’d like to have us open all the windows.
All I cared about that summer were suntans, beaches, boys and booze.
If there is one thing worse than self-pity, it was other people’s pity.
There have been other girls. But they weren’t her.
Those who forget history are doomed to repeat it in summer school