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By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer.

September is my favourite month, particularly in Cornwall. I felt, even as a child, that if you get a wonderful day in September, you think: 'This could be one of the last, the summer is nearly over.' If you get a wonderful day in May, you think: 'So what, there's more coming.'

Summer nearly does me in every year. It's too hot and the light is unforgiving and the days go on way too long.

I love September, especially when we're in it.

As a young person growing up in Washington, D.C., summers were hot, humid and relentless. My friends and I grew more restless and adventurous with every passing year.

Come September, the middle of September when the first frost comes, that's hunting season. Fishing poles are hung up and the hunting season starts. You've got to be careful, if you're a hunter, that it doesn't become an obsession.

We know that in September, we will wander through the warm winds of summer's wreckage. We will welcome summer's ghost.

I am a summer person.

Every single one of us has a few months here or there that feel like dark months.

I love summertime more than anything else in the world. That is the only thing that gets me through the winter, knowing that summer is going to be there.