In the end, each life is no more than the
sum of contingent facts, a chronicle of chance intersections, of flukes, of random events that divulge nothing but their own
lack of purpose.

Author: Paul Auster

In the end, each life is no more than the <br />sum of contingent facts, a chronicle of chance intersections, of flukes, of random events that divulge nothing but their own <br />lack of purpose. - Paul Auster



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