You’ve got to ask yourself one question: ‘Do I feel lucky?’ Well, do ya punk?
You know what luck is? Luck is believing you’re lucky, that’s all.
The longer we’re here the less luck we’re gonna have.
In my experience, there’s no such thing as luck.
I’ve always been lucky with one-eyed jacks.[last words]
I don’t need luck, I have you.[to Baze]
Today, I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth.
One man is born a hero, his brother a coward. Babies starve, politicians grow fat, holy men are martyred, and junkies grow legion. Why? Why, why, why, why, why? Luck! Blind, stupid, simple, doo-da, clueless luck!
Maybe there is no bad luck or good luck. Maybe we’re all just agents of fate.
It’s a wise gambler who knows when his luck has run out.
A real man makes his own luck.