"I happen to hate New Years celebrations. Everybody desperate to have fun. Trying to celebrate in somee pathetic little way. Celebrate what? A step closer to the grave?
That´s what I can´t say enough times, whatever love you can get and give, whatever hapiness you can flich or provide, every temporary measure of grace, whatever works.
And don´t kid yourself, it's by no means all up to your human ingenuity. A bigger part of your existence is luck than you'd like to admit. Christ, yow know the odds of your father's one sperm from the billions, finding the single egg that made you? Don't think about it, you'll have a panic attack"
- Boris Yellnikoff in Whatever works. A film by Woody Allen.
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