“When he looks at me, the way he looks at me, he does not know what I lack or how I am incomplete. He sees me for what I am, as I am. He’s happy to see me every time, every day.”
“On she went. The woods were deep and still. The sun made the pine needles almost too bright to look at, up where the wind rocked. The cones dropped as light as feathers.”
“It is true. Despereaux’s eyes should not have been open. But they were. He was staring at the sun reflecting off his mother’s mirror. The light was shining on the ceiling in an oval of brilliance, and he was smiling up at the sight.”
″‘You’re a Utilitarian, sir!’ said MCC, snatching it back.
‘I’m a Sikh, sir!’
‘But you think a thing is beautiful only if it’s useful. You are a Utilitarian!‘”