““I used to think luck suggested you had no power over it. I believed that we—ourselves—controlled the probability of our fortune and misfortune. But...I had no control over you applying for a job at my hotel, so how can I continue to believe there is no such thing as luck? I’m the fucking luckiest man on earth, and you being here, naked in my arms, against my shower wall and carrying my baby is fucking proof of that.””
