I get letters from readers who say that they have always hated reading, but somebody suggested one of my books, they actually finished the book and enjoyed it, and they're going on to read another book. I'm thrilled that they have figured out that reading is fun

Lying on the front passenger seat, as if it didn't matter, was Rose's Diary. It Mattered.

I'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.

But sometimes, in tight corners, when your back is against the wall and the world is against you, you have to fight back in unexpected ways.

People think they own time. They have watches and clocks and digital pulses. But they are wrong. Time owns them.

I decided to write short stories because they got rejected quicker.

I love writing and do not know why it is considered such a difficult, agonizing profession. I love all of it, thinking up the plots, getting to know the kids in the story, their parents, backyards, pizza toppings.