(...) You look so pale this morning. Surely you've noticed." "How could I?" Belle asked. "There aren't any mirrors here" "True." "Because you broke them all." The Beast cleared his throat. "Also true", he said. "Personally? I like books better than mirrors", he added, trying to lighten the mood. "Mirrors only show us what we are. Books show us what we can be".

(...) You look so pale this morning. Surely you've noticed." "How could I?" Belle asked. "There aren't any mirrors here" "True." "Because yo...

It doesn't" always go so well when you and I try to talk, does it?" The Beast shook his head. "No, it doesn't" he admitted. "I'm not much of a communicator. In fact, I don't have much practice in being a perfect friend. Or a friend at all, really" (...) "Neither do I. You may not be a 'perfect friend'." she said. "But you're a real one. And I'm lucky to have you".

It doesn't" always go so well when you and I try to talk, does it?" The Beast shook his head. "No, it doesn't" he admitted. "I'm not much of...

This - this is all an enchantment... an illusion?" Belle stammered. "Indeed. Like all good books", the countess said. "But you knew that, Belle." "But it seemed so real" "Because you wanted it to be (...)".

This - this is all an enchantment... an illusion?" Belle stammered. "Indeed. Like all good books", the countess said. "But you knew that, Be...