“If a man who can’t count finds a four leaf clover, is he lucky?”

“I went on a date last night and things went well. If you must know, I got lucky. I found a four-leaf clover.”

“I found it.""People find pennies," Gansey replied. "Or car keys. Or four-leaf clovers.""And ravens," Ronan said. "You're just jealous 'cause" - at this point, he had to stop to regroup his beer-sluggish thoughts - "you didn't find one, too.”

“They Harry Potters still enormously outnumber the likes of Petunia and Vernon Dursley in society, who just don't hold with such nonsense, perhaps reflecting how modern life seems more out of control than ever. Most people do indeed believe in magic of one sort or another, whether the thespian who shouts "break a leg" at a colleague, the student who always wears the same outfit for exams, the blushing bride who crosses her fingers for good luck or those who jump with joy when they find a four-leaf clover. Why is our belief in magic so deeply ingrained? Indeed, why do we believe in anything at all?”

“The man who counts on the aid of a god deserves the help he doesn't get.”

“A man is lucky if he is the first love of a woman. A woman is lucky if she is the last love of a man.”