“Okay.” I coughed quietly. “If you accept that the universe is infinite, then that means there’s an infinite amount of chances for things to happen, right?” […] “Well, if there’s an infinite amount of chances for something to happen, then eventually it will happen – no matter how small the likelihood.”
“That means somewhere in space there’s another planet that, by an incredible series of coincidences, developed exactly the same as ours. Right down to the smallest detail.”
“Definitely. And there’s another which is exactly the same, except that palm tree over there is two feet to the right. And there’s another where the tree is two feet to the left. In fact, there are infinite planets with infinite variations on that tree alone…”
Silence. I wondered if she was asleep. “So how about that?” I prompted.
“Interesting,” she whispered. “In these planets, everything that can happen will happen.” […]
I leaned over and kissed Francoise. She pulled away, or laughed, or shook her head, or closed her eyes and kissed me back. Etienne woke, clasping his mouth in disbelief. Etienne slept. I slept while Francoise kissed Etienne. Light-years above our garbage bag beds and the steady rush of the surf, all these things happened.” —Alex Garland - The Beach