Hunter S Thompson. The rum diary (№ 5990)

None of made the right and wise choice would never have carried him about destiny; the only real fatalist - one who has all badly. Fatalism does not bring comfort. Believing in fate is deprived of the opportunity to shout: "fuck you, I'm done," because he knows that a born coward and only a matter of time when he surrenders, it is not surprising that anyone, even ourselves.