"He felt her big presence, and imagined -fleetingly- that an elephant sat next to him, one that wanted to be a member of the human kingdom, and sweet in an innocent way, as though her stubs of the forelegs were folded on her lap, her trunk moving just a little as she finished speaking."
"... but for Angie, time was as big and round as the sky, and to try to make sense of it was like trying to make sense of music and God and why the ocean was deep. Long ago Angie had known not to try to make sense of these things, the way other people tried to do."
"No matter what people's lives might hold (some of these houses they were passing would have to hold some woeful tribulations, Janie knew), still and all, people were compelled to celebrate because they knew somehow, in their different ways, that life was a thing to celebrate."
"She leaned forward, peering out the window; sweet pale clouds, the sky as blue as your hat, the new green of the fields, the broad expanse of water -seen from up here it all appeared wondrous, amazing. She remembered what hope was, and this was it. That inner churming that moves you forward, plows you through life the way the boats below plowed the shiny water, the way the plane was plowing forward to a place new, and where she was needed."
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