“We still encounter considerable doses of messiness, accident, fortuitous coupling, and dumb luck.”

“Why hasn't anyone killed him yet?”
“Dumb luck,” Wit said. “In that I’m lucky you’re all so dumb.”

“Each misfortune you encounter will carry in it the seed of tomorrows good luck.”

“I know that my birth is fortuitous, a laughable accident, and yet, as soon as I forget myself, I behave as if it were a capital event, indispensable to the progress and equilibrium of the world.”

“The way we live ought to manifest the truth of what we believe. A messy life speaks of a messy and incoherent faith.”

“How we are almost nothing. We think, in our youth, we are the centre of the universe, but we simply respond, go this way or that by accident, survive or improve by the luck of the draw, with little choice or determination on our part.”

“If my luck held, it wouldn't be a handsome Greek demigod looking for the love of his life or at least his love of a couple of hours.”

“The problem with artlike art, or even doses of artlike art that still linger in lifelike art, is that it overemphasizes the discourse within art.”

“Can I still wish you good luck?”

“The tide of war dose not recede just be cause we wish it to.”