“Please don't take my wings...”
“You don't write for success. That takes part of your attention away from the writing. If you're really doing it, that's all you're doing: writing.”
“You and I are made of the same grain, and we've got one thing that most people don't have: sparkle. it's 50% of us. So, if someone takes away our sparkle -- there's only 50% left of us, and that's not much. If Peter takes away your sparkle, as I'm afraid he may be doing, then you're not my Izabell anymore. You're someone else.”
“Please, don't spare my self-confidence, sir. I never take it with me when I leave home.”
“Ren? I begged. Please don't leave me.You are in my heart. Always. His warm voice whispered softly and then faded away.”