“What could a mortal say to the merciless Fate?I forced myself to my feet. A'le-Ahnleh was the traditional end to a prayer. By the will of Fate."A'le-la," I whispered defiantly.By my will.”
“To say my fate is not tied to your fate is like saying, your end of the boat is sinking.”
“They will be the architects of my fate, I think to myself, despite what Sybil said about my being the author of my own destiny.”
“I know that if I ever have the audacity to blame fate or God for holding a gun to my temple, I also have the wherewithal to remind myself that if I end up with a hole in my head, I was the one who pulled the trigger.”
“Wa, did I just say fate? I so don't believe in that. Fate is bullshit people force-feed themselves when they're too lazy to carve out a destiny of their own.”
“When I stand and contemplate my fate and see the path along which you have led me, I reach my end, for artless I surrendered to one who is my undoing and my end.”