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
jobs writing keyboards
I'm a workmanlike writer. I show up every day and treat it like a job. The old rule that writing is like any other job, the first rule is that you must show up. I'm at the keyboard from 9 to 4 every day.
dark numbers growing
I have any number of completely dark obsessions and fascinations, and none of this was present in my profile or my growing profile as a writer.
book writing views
That literary-popular distinction is, in my view, vastly overstated. At the far poles there are clearly books that are purely commercial and purely literary, written for audiences that want to see the same thing enacted over and over and over again. But the middle is where most people read and most people write.
children war cold
I was very much a child of the Cold War.
courage real believe
Real courage is doing the right thing when nobody's looking. Doing the unpopular thing because it's what you believe, and the heck with everybody.
creating villain
I like creating villains.
writing careers persons
Choosing writing as a career, just by itself, is a measure of not being a calculating person.
vampire stories way
And I had always liked vampire stories because they are great material that can be refashioned in lots of ways.
book writing two
My rule has always been, write the next part of the book that you seem to know well. So I won't necessarily write chapter two after chapter one.
military hierarchy highest
The military was all about hierarchies, who urinated highest on the hydrant
children kissing men
And indeed, I am a warmhearted and thoroughly domestic man who gets up and makes pancakes for his children and kisses them on the head when he sends them off to their day.
dark strange-places passages
What strange places our lives can carry us to, what dark passages.
rain men light
Rust, corrosion, wind, rain. The nibbling teeth of mice and the acrid droppings of insects and the devouring jaws of years. The was of nature upon machines, of the planet's chaotic forces upon the works of humankind. The energy that man had pulled from the earth was being inexorably pulled back into it, sucked like water down a drain. Before long, if it hadn't happened already, not a single high-tension pole would be left standing on the earth. Mankind had built a world that would take a hundred years to die. A century for the last light to go out.
night way my-friends
Even on the darkest night, my friend, life will have its way.