“Everyone is born, but not everyone is born the same. Some will grow to be butchers, or bakers, or candlestick makers. Some will only be really good at making Jell-O salad. One way or another, though, every human being is unique and special, for better or for worse.”
“I can remember when I was a little boy. My grandmother and I could hold conversations entirely without ever opening our mouths. She called it "shining.” And for a long time, I thought it was just the two of us that had the shine to us. Just like you probably thought you was the only one.“
If he could learn to love another, and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed, he fell into despair and lost all hope. For who could ever learn to love a beast?