When people went on vacation, they shed their home skins, thought they could be a new person.

She heard the zip of his pants, and expected him to step away from her, leave her alone in the bathroom to pull herself together. Instead, his hands were very gentle as he moved her...

A breeze, a forgotten summer, a smile, all can fit into a storefront window.

It was a blustery winter night, back in the summer of 2009. That’s when we met, and that’s when I knew it was love, two years before.

Isn’t that better?

Maycomb was a tired old town, even in 1932 when I first knew it. Somehow, it was hotter then. Men’s stiff collars wilted by nine in the morning. Ladies bathed before noon after their three...

Pies mean Thanksgiving and Christmas and picnics.

SUMMER DEEP””Summer deep is in the hills again His lady is a lioness Winds of birds blow through the fields again Invaders from the true worlds A coat of grapes is on my back again...

Think like a middle-aged man with OCD, a dead wife, and a teenage daughter.Think like a woman with three teenage sons who once ran a golf cart into the side of their granddad’s house.””Cameron and...

The whole summer was inside of us.

The mosquitos were gone from the porch, and surely when they abandoned the conflict the war with Time was really done, there was nothing for it but that humans also forsake the battleground.

our feet are grape-squashed in memoriesour skins are still flushedfrom the touch of summer’s lips.

After all, we were young. We were fourteen and fifteen, scornful of childhood, remote from the world of stern and ludicrous adults. We were bored, we were restless, we longed to be seized by any...

Pain was as much a part of this life as the summer and the winter and the rain, and there was no greater asshole than the one who believed you can cure it.

If there is one thing worse than self-pity, it was other people’s pity.

Largely, now, it was not anger he felt, but rather a kind of bone-scraping, quiet, ever-present sorrow. To come to the place that was supposed to stay the same, to come and find it changed....

I think it’s time you got a summer love of your own until lover boy sees he need to ditch Gina.

Here, Earth-born, over the lilt of the water,Lisping its music and bearing a burden of light,Bosoming day as a laughing and radiant daughter…Here we may whisper unheard, unafraid of the night.Walking alone…was it splendor, or...

There have been other girls. But they weren’t her.

Those who forget history are doomed to repeat it in summer school

A nursery rhyme shapes your bones and nerves, and it shapes your mind. They are powerful, nursery rhymes, and immensely old, and not toys, even though they are for children.” “But they make no sense!”...

Even though Sean still held my head down I was the only one who thought to ask”Who’s driving the boat?” Over the motor I heard girls screaming at us the instant before we crashed.

When I was in college, I spent a summer working in London. I’d enjoyed tea before that, but then I got actual, really good tea there and never looked back.

So it was a crossroads summer, when the universe seemed to stand perilously still like an egg wobbling on a precipice, a regular rite of passage summer that saw us traverse the hazardous divide between...

In front of us, the ocean stretched for eternity. Around us, reggae mussy floated through the air. In our drying clothes and still-damp hair, we ate junk food and talked.At some point we finished and...

Summertime. It was a song. It was a season. I wondered if that season would ever live inside of me.

No, but hot boys can burn you just as easily.

I took a breath and let it go and suddenly the air was crisper and my lungs lighter and suddenly there was him saying my name in different ways and I catch myself throwing glances...

One of the professors told me last week that he feels bad teaching with the way the economy is now. ‘What’s the point?’ he said. ‘Kids aren’t getting jobs.’ You never hear faculty talk that...

Overhead hung a summer sky furrowed with the rush of rockets; and from the east a late moon, pushing up beyond the lofty bend of the coast, sent across the bay a shaft of brightness...

The island is ours. Here, in some way, we are young forever.

It was a splendid summer morning and it seemed as if nothing could go wrong.

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no...

Julian said the world was evil and horrible – remember? But then he proved himself that it wasn’t

A broken heart, too much cold beer, ocean waves and a willing man were never a good combination, no matter what the country songs said.

You are so special and important and elegant and smart and kind and worthwhile, and you are so much better than me and everyone else I’ve ever known in every single way, and you are...

So slip on your goggles and your reading trunks, for the sun is high. Let me leave you with one more thought. In what season of the year do we find ourselves – I’m speaking...

Summer-induced stupidity.That was the diagnosis…

To her surprise, Jilly appeared to have handed over the telephone and a momentlater Taka ended the call. No, maybe it shouldn’t surprise her. Jilly would have resisted bullying, but Taka’s calm control was very…seductive.

summer, after all, is a time when wonderful things can happen to quiet people. for those few months, you’re not required to be who everyone thinks you are, and that cut-grass smell in the air...

For me, the summer will be pure gray – mother-of-pearl gray, very pale gray. To me, this is the big statement for summer. Then we have light blue, light turquoise, lots of pink.

The stars glittered in the sky and as the number of people at the party grew there were merging conversations and laughter and bodies moving in outlines around the kegs of beer in a curtsy...

Summer was on the way; Jem and I awaited it with impatience. Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the tree house;...

When the winter comes, the summer shines infinitely in our hearts!

Early Summer, loveliest season, The world is being colored in. While daylight lasts on the horizon, Sudden, throaty blackbirds sing. The dusty-colored cuckoo cuckoos.”Welcome, summer” is what he says. Winter’s unimaginable. The wood’s a wickerwork...

Stay away from her.””Okay.””Keep your hands off her.””I’ll try.”He scowled at me.”I will,” I said.

I realized someone else might tell you you’re pretty. I’d do anything to keep you away from that person.

The sidewalks were haunted by dustghosts all night as the furnace wind summoned them up,swung them about, and gentled them down in a warm spice onthe lawns. Trees, shaken by the footsteps of late-night strol-lers,...

You are neither coffee nor tea,you are just the right amount ofwhatever it is I’m trying to find.

Reasonable things would never bring you joy as much as unreasonable ones do.