“Then he laughed and she laughed. And quivering with the movement of the train, the dead man seemed to laugh too.”
“She had a penetrating sort of laugh. Rather like a train going into a tunnel.”
“Ah! Up then from the ground sprang I And hailed the earth with such a cry As is not heard save from a man Who has been dead, and lives again. About the trees my arms I wound; Like one gone mad I hugged the ground; I raised my quivering arms on high; I laughed and laughed into the sky...”
“I may be mistaken but it seems to me that a man may be judged by his laugh, and that if at first encounter you like the laugh of a person completely unknown to you, you may say with assurance that he is good.”
“When he laughed in his throat, the butterfly laughed at me too. It's obscene fluttering corrupted me into darkness.”
“It takes a lot to laugh, it takes a train to cry”