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

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.

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

in Los Angeles ... was the thinking-est crowd on earth: how to get ahead, how to mold a better body, how to have a better relationship, how to score, earn, fight, win, get published, be a star.

Stephen had just come from a class discussion in which several students believed that the right cup of herbal tea would save them from pain and sorrow. Well acquainted with pain and sorrow, Stephen did not contribute to the discussion. He merely crossed these idiots off his list of possible friends.

I believe my voice is pretty much the same. I've written 75 books, so I'm better at it now than I was earlier in my career

I wrote eight full-length adult novels in my twenties. None of them were published