Jeg måtte bare ta med et nytt lite utdrag fra Neil Gaimans Smoke and Mirrors. Dette er hvordan boken begynner:

They’ll call it chance, or luck, or call it Fate –
The cards and stars that tumble as they will.
Tomorrow manifests and brings the bill
For every kiss and kill, the small and great.
You want to know the future, love? Then wait:
I’ll answer your impatient question. Still –
They’ll call it chance, or luck, or call it Fate.
The cards and stars that tumble as they will.

I’ll come to you tonight, dear, when it’s late,
You will not see me; you may feel a chill.
I’ll wait until you sleep, then take my fill,
And that will be your future on a plate.
They’ll call it chance or luck or call it Fate.

av Neil Gaiman