“was a clear, pale blue like the eyes of a Siberian husky dog. Human beings just didn't have eyes like that.”
“You like blue eyes, huh?""Yes. I do. I like blue eyes.”
“Paco Fuentes, " Mrs. Peterson says, pointing to the table behind Mary. The handsome young man with pale blue eyes like his mother's and smoky black hair like his father's takes his assigned seat.”
“Great murderers, like great men in other walks of activity, have blue eyes.”
“A dog has got human eyes.”
“But what did I have left to contribute? Just this? Just being the last known pair of truly human eyes to look up into the sky and experience the ␣eeting ␣ush of hope? Being a person, I had come to realize, is a communal activity. Dogs know how to be dogs. But people do not know how to be people unless and until they learn from other people.”