“I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.”— L. M. Montgomery, amazon.com
“Man, who'd have thought it'd be June already? Anyone with a calendar, I guess. I've got to start thinking these tweets through better.”— Stephen Colbert, twitter.com
“Early in the spring of 1750, in the village of Juffure, four days upriver from the coast of The Gambia, West Africa, a man-child was born to Omoro and Binta Kinte.”— Alex Haley, amazon.com
“What is one to say about June, the time of perfect young summer, the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months, and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade.”— Gertrude Jekyll, amazon.com
“In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset is different.”— John Steinbeck, amazon.com
“It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.”— Maud Hart Lovelace, amazon.com
“Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August.”— Jenny Han, amazon.com
“It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.”— Maud Hart Lovelace, amazon.com
“Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.”— Pablo Neruda, amazon.com
“The beauty of that June day was almost staggering. After the wet spring, everything that could turn green had outdone itself in greenness and everything that could even dream of blooming or blossoming was in bloom and blossom. The sunlight was a benediction. The breezes were so caressingly soft and…”— Dan Simmons, amazon.com