If I turn out bad, please blame Aziz because he taught me how to do and handle matters the best way I can.

“Good luck,” snorted Ivan.
“Luck is something you make for yourself, if you want it.”

Luck comes to a man who puts himself in the way of it.

You make your own luck, Gig. You know what makes a good loser? Practice.

Luck? Good luck? GM, the last time I checked, luck is for losers.

Mankind accepts good fortune as his due, but when bad occurs, he thinks it was aimed at him, done to him, a hex, a curse, a punishment by his deity for some transgression, as though his god were a petty storekeeper, counting up the day's receipts.

Luck, you see, brings bitter friends.

Luck was a joke. Even good luck was just bad luck with its hair combed.

Luck is for suckers.

Oh, I am fortune's fool!

Luck is statistics taken personally.

Luck's just another word for destiny...either you make your own or you're screwed.

Lucky is the man who dies at work.

Fate laughs at probabilities.