How we cite our quotes:
"Just throw your head back and let it all out. Scream your ears off. Nobody will hear you."
"Why would I want to do that?"
She turned her astonished eyes on me. "Why wouldn't you?" (17.52-54).
Stargirl has, in all her strange wisdom, hit the nail on the head. When it comes to doing fun, freeing things, don't ask why; ask why not? This girl needs to join the Dead Poet's Society, right quick.
A minute later she stopped. "We're here."
I looked around. The place couldn't have been more ordinary. The only notable presence was a tall, dilapidated saguaro, a bundle of sticks, in worse shape than Archie's Senor. The rest was gray scrub and tumbleweed and a few prickly pears. "I thought it would look different," I said.
"Yeah, I guess."
"It's a different kind of scenery," she said. "Shoes off" (17.66-70).
Poor Leo was expecting some spectacular desert-scape, but what he gets is a spot just like any other. But don't you see, Leo? Everywhere is enchanted. At least, that is, according to Stargirl.
"I hear. But not with eyes and ears. I'm not outside my world anymore, and I'm not really inside it either. The thing is, there's no difference anymore between me and the universe. The boundary is gone. I am in it and it is me. I am a stone, a cactus thorn. I am rain" (17.90).
Stargirl doesn't limit her exploration to the physical world around her; she explores her mental world, too, through imagination. In her meditations, she goes on all sorts of journeys and has all sorts of experiences. The girl actually gets to be rain, for Pete's sake. Wouldn't you like to be rain? Even for just an hour or so?