Well," he sighed to no one in particular, and looked up into yet another alien sky. "Here we are again. - Iain Banks

Fate, I tell you, if not the hand of the WorldGod itself…or whatever manipulatory appendage WorldGods possess. Anyway, the hand, metaphorically, of the WorldGod. Possibly."
"I think you underguess the workings of blind chance, sir.

He would give up then, and console himself with something she’d said: that you could not love what you fully understood. Love, she maintained, was a process, not a state. Held still, it withered. He wasn’t too sure about all that; he seemed to have found a calm clear serenity in himself he hadn’t even known was there, thanks to her.

Some of us prefer history to legends, lady," DeWar said heavily, "and sometimes everybody can be wrong.