To say it was a beautiful day would not begin to explain it. It was that day when the end of summer intersects perfectly with the start of fall .... [p.218 ff.]
I love Paris in the summer, when it sizzles.
I Love Love Paris Summer
In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
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And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.
One must maintain a little bittle of summer, even in the middle of winter.
even the stars
are whispering to each other.