"He told her: he fell from the sky and lived. She took a deep breath and believed him, because of her father's faith in the myriad and contradictory possibilities of life, and because, too, of what the mountain had taught her. 'Okay,' she said, exhaling. 'I'll buy it. Just don't tell my mother, all right?' The universe was a place of wonders, and only habituation, the anesthesia of the everyday, dulled our sight. She had read, a couple of days back, that as a part of their natural process of combustion, the stars in the skies crushed carbon into diamonds. The idea of the stars raining diamonds into the void: that sounded like a miracle, too. If that could happen, so could this. Babies fell out of zillionth-floor windows and bounced. There was a scene about that in François Truffaut's movie 'L'Argent du Poche'... She focused her thoughts. 'Sometimes,' she decided to say, 'wonderful things happen to me, too.'"
- Salman Rushdie, Satanic Verses
