— Stories. Stories? What's a story? When you were in high school, did you learn about the civil war?
— Yeah, of course.
— How? Did you read about it, perchance, in a book? How is that any less real than any other book?
— History books are based on history.
— And storybooks are based on what, imagination? Where does that come from? It has to come from somewhere.
What's crazier than seeing and not believing?
I always believe that evil isn't born. It's made.
Belle... when we met, I wasn't just unloved and unloving. I was an enemy of love. Love had only brought me pain. My walls were up. But you broke them down. You brought me home. You brought light into my life and chased away all the darkness. And I vow to you I will never forget the distance between what I was and what I am. I owe more to you
than I can ever say. How you can see The man behind the monster, I will never know.
— It will get better.
— Yes. Yes, it will. This will take all of my feelings. All of my pain. And destroy them.
— No.
— Why? You of all people should understand. You've lost love. What if your pain could be erased?
— I don't want my pain erased. As wretched as it is, I need my pain. It makes me who I am. It makes me Grumpy.
Evil doesn't always look evil. Sometimes it's staring right at us, and we don't even realize it.
— It's better to be the kind of people that take...
— Instead of those that get taken from.
Oh, everyone has a choice, dearie. Just make sure it's the right one.
