So now it is Maria’s turn to laugh. She laughs. And the girl opens her mouth and all of the laughing animals and not-animals run out of her mouth and into the air–which butterflies and sandhill cranes which hillside songbird three-legged city dogs, which leaves and dust motes and dirty laundry and her boy’s sweat-smells and food stuffs and movies and sunlight and fashionable blouses and songs and fate and she knows something now which she can laugh to so she does it.

-Micheline Aharonian Marcom, A Brief History of Yes p.53