People think they own time. They have watches and clocks and digital pulses. But they are wrong. Time owns them.
Caroline B. CooneyActually my first eight books were historical novels, but they were never published
Caroline B. CooneyI'll take you to Mickey D's," said Sean. "I'll buy you a hamburger." Annie was not thrilled. Sean's offer did not compare to offers made in other centuries. "And fries," Sean said. "And a vanilla milkshake." Annie remained unthrilled. "Okay, okay. You can have a Big Mac." Romance in my century, she thought, is pitiful.
Caroline B. CooneyShe had gradually changed her name. "Jane" was too dull. Last year, she'd added a "y", becoming Jayne, which had more personality.
Caroline B. Cooney