Justin Cronin
Justin Cronin
Justin Croninis an American author. He has written five novels: Mary and O'Neil and The Summer Guest, as well as a vampire trilogy consisting of The Passage, The Twelve and City of Mirrors. He has won the Hemingway Foundation/PEN Award, the Stephen Crane Prize, and a Whiting Award...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
CountryUnited States of America
children war cold
I was very much a child of the Cold War.
would-be cry courses
It had never occurred to her that God would cry, but of course that was wrong. God would be crying all the time. He would cry and cry and never stop.
jobs writing shows
Writing is a job: you must show up.
dream soul world
The world was a world of dreaming souls who could not die.
summer brother son
On a fading summer evening, late in the last hours of his old life, Peter Jaxon-son of Demetrius and Prudence Jaxon, First Family; descendent of Terrence Jaxon, signatory of the One Law; great-great-nephew of the one known as Auntie, Last of the First; Peter of Souls, the Man of Days and the One Who Stood-took his position on the catwalk above Main Gate, waiting to kill his brother.
reading writing taste
You learn to write by reading, and my experiences and tastes as a reader are pretty wide.
worry one-day desire
So perhaps the greatest worry of all was that one day you would realize that all the worries of your life amounted to one thing: the desire to just stop worrying.
different amount being-afraid
It's different being afraid when there's the hope it will amount to something.
sadness heart missing
The sadness you feel is not your own. It's his sadness you feel in your heart, Amy, for missing you.
summer morning children
A thousand recollected lives were passing through her, a thousand stories - of love and work, of parents and children, of duty and joy and grief. Beds slept in and meals eaten, and the bliss and pain of the body, and a view of summer leaves from a window on a morning it had rained; the nights of loneliness and the nights of love, the soul in it's body keeping always longing to be known.
strange-places eras miles
...miles away from everthing and everyone I've ever known or loved. I feel as if I've entered a new era of my life. What strange places our lives carry us to...
twilight love-is doors
Because that's what heaven is...it's opening the door of a house in twilight and everyone you love is there.
memories long feelings
As long as we remember a person, they're not really gone. Their thoughts, their feelings, their memories, they become a part of us.
memories book dark
There was something in the pages of these books that had the power to make him feel better about things, a life raft to cling to before the dark currents of memory washed him downstream again, and on brighter days, he could even see himself going on this way for some time. A small but passable life. And then, of course, the end of the world happened.