“Fiction gives us a second chance that life denies us.”
Paul Theroux (1941) American travel writer and novelist
New York Times (July 28, 1976).
“Those who deny chance. — 'No victor believes in chance.”
Die Leugner des Zufalls.
'Kein Sieger glaubt an den Zufall.
Sec. 258
The Gay Science (1882)
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