“We have all heard of these things before. The love letter arriving as the teacup falls. The guitar striking up as the last breath sounds out. I don’t attribute it to God or to sentiment. Perhaps it’s a chance. Or perhaps chance is just another way to try to convince ourselves that we are valuable.”

“We have all heard of these things before. The love letter arriving as the teacup falls. The guitar striking up as the last breath sounds out. I don’t attribute it to God or to sentiment. Perhaps it’s a chance. Or perhaps chance is just another way to try to convince ourselves that we are valuable.”

— Colum McCann