The Music of Chance

You had to invent something. It's not possible to leave it blank. The mind won't let you.

Once a man begins to recognize himself in another, he can no longer look on that person as a stranger.

It's just another word for the same thing. You want to believe in some hidden purpose. You're trying to persuade yourself there's a reason for what happens in the world. I don't care what you call it--God or luck or harmony-- it all comes down to the same bullshit. It's a way of avoiding the facts, of refusing to look at how things really work.

It was a dizzying prospect—to imagine all that freedom, to understand how little it mattered what choice he made.

I know you don't love me but that doesn't mean I'm the wrong girl for you.