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“I don’t believe in coincidences,” Gabby said. “Good, neither do I. A great philosopher once said that only when we face the unknown will we meet ourselves for the first time.” “You just made that up.” “Okay, I did, but it still makes sense.”
“Drunk aliens,” Gabby said, summing up Dag’s theory rather succinctly. “I like the way you think. Where’d you get your degree again?” Grant slapped a hand on Dag’s shoulder. “Wasn’t it a box of Lucky Charms?”
“You know, they say life is like being at sea in a very small boat. The wind and the waves will push you all over. Up and down, left and right. Sometimes it gets so bad all you see are giant watery hands falling on top of you, trying to flip you over and drag you to the bottom. Then before you know it, you’re cresting the wave, high above it all, and for a moment you can breathe again. I guess it’s mostly true. Peaks and valleys, you know.”
