“For there is merely bad luck in not being loved; there is misfortune in not loving.”

“Love itself draws on a woman nearly all the bad luck in the world”

“Neither of us says the word love, not once. It would be tempting fate; it would be romance, bad luck.”

“…misfortune was much more interesting to her than good luck.”

“Above all, he liked it that everything was one's own fault. There was only oneself to praise or blame. Luck was a servant and not a master. Luck had to be accepted with a shrug or taken advantage of up to the hilt. But it had to be understood and recognized for what it was and not confused with a faulty appreciation of the odds, for, at gambling, the deadly sin is to mistake bad play for bad luck. And luck in all its moods had to be loved and not feared”

“Jack Speight undid me, then I almost undid myself. But I've undone some of the bad, too, some of the damage. With help. With luck and love.”