Reporters are like vampires, Curry likes to say. They can't come into your home without your invitation, but once they're there, you won't get them out till they've sucked you dry.

Never work for 100% every time.  It will burn you out.

We hold each other hostage to our eccentricities.” I smiled again, an unseen smile. “We’re made for each other.

... and when the moon gets up and night comes, he is the Cat that walks by himself, and all places are alike to him. Then he goes out to the Wet Wild Woods or up the Wet Wild Trees or on the Wet Wild Roofs, waving his wild tail and walking by his wild lone.

Written By Rudyard Kipling

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