I'm swanning round the world looking at the most fabulously interesting things. Such good fortune.

I've had an awful lot of good fortune.

I have always argued, in a good novel, interesting things happen to interesting people.

Fortune love you.

What god do you serve? Inej had asked him. Whichever will grant me good fortune. Fortunate people didn’t end up racing ass over teakettle beneath an ice moat in hostile territory.

When we are treated well, we naturally begin to think that we are not altogether unmeritous, and that it is only just we should treat ourselves well, and not mar our own good fortune.