“By now, I should have learned that luck, if she was a lady, was a mean-spirited bitch with a grudge against me.”
“Luck hadn't smiled on me tonight. Capricious bitch.”
“I should have learned this, she thought. I wanted to learn fire, and pain, but I should have learned people.”
“Maybe I should have cut him some slack. With his broken wing and lifetime of eating roadkill, he probably had a lot to be ungrateful about. Too much hard luck can create a permanent meanness of spirit in any creature.”
“I never hold a grudge. As soon as I get even with the son-of-a bitch, I forget it.”
“Bad luck doesn't have any chinks in it," he said with deep bitterness. "I was born a son of a bitch and I'm going to die a son of a bitch.”