“We dry and die in the sun While the seascape arranges old fruit, Coming in and the tide, glistening At noon.” —Weldon Kees
“The sea was angry that day my friends, like an old man trying to return soup at a deli.” —George Costanza
"We thread our way through a moving forest of ice-cream cones and crimson thighs." ―Jean-Dominique Bauby
“Sun, you hammer of yellow, you hat on fire, you honeysuckle mama, pour your blonde on me!” ―Anne Sexton
“Because there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it’s sent away.” —Sarah Kay
“Just don't fall into a tanning bed. These machines are for vapid, narcissistic, idiots who have barren vacuums where their thoughts, fears, and passions should be. Spending time in a tanning bed will only earn you the appearance and intellect of an
“The summer stretched out the daylight as if on a rack. Each moment was drawn out until its anatomy collapsed. Time broke down. The day progressed in an endless sequence of dead moments.” ―China Miéville
“When people went on vacation, they shed their home skins, thought they could be a new person.” ―Aimee Friedman
“Hot weather opens the skull of a city, exposing its white brain, and its heart of nerves, which sizzle like the wires inside a lightbulb. And there exudes a sour extra-human smell that makes the very stone seem flesh-alive, webbed and pulsing.” ―Tr
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