“To fate and the strange way that it twists us all together.”

“Niall: We're tossed by the winds of fate. Once we end where they blow us, we make of ourselves that we will.”

“Do you see that out there? The strange, unfamiliar light? It's called the sun. Let's go get us a little.”

“Fate. You could never anticipate it.”

“It doesn't matter, that's the point. It doesn't matter that things don't always work exactly the way you thought they should. Moments matter. People matter, how they feel, how they connect. Who they are alone and together. All that matters, no matter how quickly the moment passes. Maybe because it passes.”

“No second chance?"A wry smile twisted Carrick's lips. "There might have been, had I not waited so long to take it.”

“My apartment's only about a block away.""Isn't that handy.""Fate," he countered as he took a seat on the sofa and made himself at home. "Fantasic, isn't it?""One day very soon, I'm going to tell you what you can do with that fate of yours.”