Everybody believes in chance.

My writing process has changed because it's harder to find uninterrupted time.

I decided to make my living as a magazine writer. And I found that it was really easy and fun.

Everybody believes in chance.

From my table inside I watch the glamorous women outside who are lunching on Spa Cobb salads without blue cheese or dressing. The man with the bread basket wanders from table to table, lonesome as a cloud. When he comes to me his basket is full and perfectly arranged. He gives me a smile of sincere pleasure when I tell him I will take both the sourdough roll and the cheese stick.

I always feel it is a shortcoming of mine as a reader and as a writer that I frankly need to like somebody.

It is said the sesta is one of the only gifts the Europeans brought to South America, but I imagine the Brazilians could have figured out how to sleep in the afternoon without having to endure centuries of murder and enslavement.