I have a lot of nice Italian winter clothes that make me look like a sophisticated Lebanese professor so my friend Robert and I go around pretending to be experts in Arabic politics. It doesn't work in the summer though. I don't have the right clothes.

On a summer night it can be lovely to sit around outside with friends after dinner and yes read poetry to each other. Keats and Yeats will never let you down but it's differently exciting to read the work of poets who are still walking around out there.

I have the same pet peeve as Anderson Cooper which is bare feet in public. I hate it. It so grosses me out especially in New York. Oh my God New York in the summer with people and their feet in their sandals and their flip-flops like get it away!

God is day and night winter and summer war and peace surfeit and hunger.

Occasionally I have come across a last patch of snow on top of a mountain in late May or June. There's something very powerful about finding snow in summer.

Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected momentary and fleeting yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains.

Ah summer what power you have to make us suffer and like it.

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 means a waste of time.

In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.

Well look at all of these summer blockbusters. You can't help but laugh a little because you've already seen a lot of these movies 482 times.