There was this gal that I dated for a time. The first date was just so-so. We exchanged emails for the next few days, and one night, around 2am on a Thursday night, I sent what I thought would be the last email to her, about something that was going on and why I was changing jobs. She didn't read it until she got to work on Monday morning. Which is when she called, that morning, from her office, and woke me up, to tell me that she thought the message was poetic, and that she wanted to take me seriously. 
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"I don't know that I ever wanted greatness, on its own. It seems rather like wanting to be an engineer, rather than wanting to design something - or wanting to be a writer, rather than wanting to write. It should be a by-product, not a thing in itself. Otherwise, it's just an ego trip."
Roger Zelazny
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