It was a fluke deal. It was fixed. No sense in looking over your shoulder. Nothing but broken bones over there.

I've broken thermometers before, and it was no big deal,

I am rarely there when things get broken, but I am always there when they get fixed.

He might come in useful.'
'Yeah. So's a broken leg if you want to kick yourself in the back of the head.

It makes no sense to worry about things you have no control over because there's nothing you can do about them, and why worry about things you do control? The activity of worrying keeps you immobilized.

No day is so bad it can't be fixed with a nap.