Scientists have calculated that the chances of something so patently absurd actually existing are millions to one. But magicians have calculated that million-to-one chances crop up nine times out of ten.
Something that never happens anywhere at any time.
When asked what he meant by a miracle: Oh, anything with a probability of less than 20%.
It is a part of probability that many improbable things will happen.
Just think of all the billions of coincidences that don't happen.
One should always be a little improbable.
Reality is not always probable, or likely.
The more statistically improbable a thing is, the less we can believe that it just happened by blind chance. Superficially, the obvious alternative to chance is an intelligent Designer.
That can not possibly be, because it could never possibly be.
I don’t believe in extraordinary concatenations of coincidence.
I can drown a drink of water. I can kill a dead tree. Don't mess with Muhammad Ali.
That will only happen if I have a bout of amnesia or if I feel like mooning someone in the audience.
My chances of being PM are about as good as the chances of finding Elvis on Mars, or my being reincarnated as an olive.
I don't know that I believe in the supernatural, but I do believe in miracles, and our time together was filled with the events of magical unlikelihood.
I have as much chance of becoming Prime Minister as of being decapitated by a frisbee or of finding Elvis.
Life may be miraculous in its unlikelihood in the universe, but it would be a fallacy to suggest that its rareness makes it inextinguishable.
For those who believe executive branch officials will voluntarily interpret their surveillance authorities with restraint, I believe it is more likely that I will achieve my life-long dream of playing in the NBA.
the only way Bex would miss this would be if she were unconscious. And tied up. And in a concrete bunker. In Siberia.
