Eliot Schrefer Quotes

Everything existing in the universe is the fruit of chance and necessity.

I don't really believe in coincidence.

There is no such thing as chance; and what seem to us merest accident springs from the deepest source of destiny.

The last three books are much more a case of a moment of history, what happened almost by accident or coincidence, like being in the same elevator or lifeboat.

There is always room for coincidence.

I like it when you have something happening by coincidence. Just something in a book is enough. But I prefer a fragment of an image so you are far more free to bring in elements of your own.

So much of life, it seems to me, is determined by pure randomness.

I like the accidental nature of being in the real world.

Why one man rather than another? It was odd. You find yourself involved with a fellow for life just because he was the one that you met when you were nineteen.

Is it possible that there are no coincidences?

Is anything accidental?

Coincidence is a recognized element in 'real life.' All of us have anecdotes about those times when, by the merest coincidence, we avoided some disaster or stumbled onto some wonderful experience.

A very small cause which escapes our notice determines a considerable effect that we cannot fail to see, and then we say that the effect is due to chance.

There is a fine line between serendipity and stalking.

A man may plan as much as he wants to, but nothing of consequence is likely to come of it until the magician circumstance steps in and takes the matter off his hands.

You know what the truth is? You don't find Bill Murray. Bill Murray finds you.

Everything in my life happened by coincidence. Even my role in 'Delhi Belly.'

Chance is the fool's name for Fate

Life was a swarm of accidents waiting in the treetops, descending upon any living thing that passed, ready to eat them alive. You swam in a river of chance and coincidence. You clung to the happiest accidents- the rest you let float by.

Accident is simply unforeseen order.

That's too coincidental to be a coincidence.

Like fanning through a deck of cards, my mind flashes on the thousand chances, trivial to profound, that converged to re-create this place. Any arbitrary turning along the way and I would be elsewhere; I would be different. Where did the expression "a place in the sun" first come from? My rational thought process cling always to the idea of free will, random event; my blood, however, streams easily along a current of fate.

Life is a chance, a story is a chance. That I am here is a chance.

Is there a design in the events of our lives? Or do things just happen, much like a junk yard falling down a staircase? If it's the latter, how do you deal with it?

Anything that happens, happens.