"Janie starched and ironed her face and came in set in the funeral behind her veil. It was like a wall of stone and steel. The funeral was going on outside. All things concerning death and burial were said and done. Finished. End. Nevermore."
"She hated her grandmother and had hidden it from herself all these years under a cloak of pity. She had been getting ready for her great journey to the horizons in search of people; it was important to all the world that she should find them and they find her. But she had been whipped like a cur dog, and ran off down a back road after things. Some people could look at a mud puddle and see an ocean with ships. But Nanny had belonged to that other kind that loved to deal in scraps."
"He set it up and began to show her and she found herself glowing inside. Somebody thought it natural for her to play. That was even nice she looked him over and got little thrills from every one of his good points"
"So she sat on the porch and watched the moon rise. Soon its amber fluid was drenching the earth, and quenching the thirst of the day"
She couldn’t make him look just like any other man to her. He looked like the love thoughts of women. He could be a bee to a blossom—a pear tree blossom in the spring. He seemed to be crushing scent out of the world with his footsteps. Crushing aromatic herbs with every step he took. Spices hung about him. He was a glance from God.
"Jumped out like a deer and made the gesture of trying it to post on the store porch. Ready with his grin! She adored him and hated him at the same time"