Nishi: That's right. You and Seiji both, you're like that stone.
Unpolished stones in their natural state. Now, I like even unpolished
stones very much, but things like violin making and storywriting are
different. You have to find the rough gems inside yourself, take the time,
and polish them. It's very time consuming work. That rock has a largest
stone, right?
Shizuku: Yes.
Nishi: Actually, that one, when you polish it, instead turns out to be
worthless. The smaller ones further inside are of higher purity. And in a
part you can't see from the outside, there might be even better stones.
Ah, this won't do. You get old and you start getting preachy.
Shizuku: I've become very afraid of finding out whether or not I have have
a beautiful crystal like this inside me. But I want to write. When I've
written my story, I'll be sure to show it to you first.
Nishi: Thank you. I'm looking forward to it.
Later on:
Nishi: Thank you. It was very good.
Shizuku: It's a lie! A lie! Please tell me the truth! The things I wanted
to write don't fit together! The second half is ridiculous! I know this
myself!
Nishi: Right. It's rough, unsubtle, and unfinished. Like Seiji's violins.
Nishi: You definitely showed me your freshly quarried stone. You did your
very best, didn't you. You're terrific. There's nothing to get upset over.
Please take your time and do a solid job polishing it.
~Whisper of the Heart