“There is no perfection but in chance”

“Perfection is only chance.”

“...It had been a perfect nap -- the sort a man runs into now and again by chance...”

“I wanted to tell him so. Find the right words, string them together in the ideal way, knowing that here they would have the best chance of sounding perfect.”

“I am not perfect." It came out in a rush of breath. "See I thought I was. Thank God I ain't. See a perfect thing ain't got a chance. The world kills it, everything perfect. (Listen to him!) Now see a thing that ain't perfect, it grows like a weed. Yeah, like a weed! A thing that ain't perfect gets hand clapping, smiles, takes the wire an easy winner. But the world ain't set up right if you perfect. You lible to run right into a brick wall. Looks like suicide. All the weeds say, looka there, it suicide!”

“And if you kill each other in the process, well, that will just work out perfectly.”“You don’t have a chance. Not even then,” Nick says wryly.“It does not mean I am not going to try.”