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
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.
world bittersweet
This ravishing world. This achingly bittersweet, ravishing world.
behinds bookshelves
Behind every writer stands a very large bookshelf.
book writing world
If you are writing any book about the end of the world, what you are really writing about is what's worth saving about it.
bus direct drove experience extent
I think many years ago I got on a bus in L.A. and drove around to see the stars' homes, but that's the extent of my direct experience in Hollywood.
stars home thinking
I think many years ago I got on a bus in L.A. and drove around to see the stars' homes, but that's the extent of my direct experience in Hollywood.
thinking people break
I like to break left when people think I'm going to go right.
sweet air care
He breathed once more, holding the air in his chest, as if it were not air but something more--a sweet taste of freedom, of all cares lifted, everything over and done.
Writers who pretend that everything they're doing is completely new are full of it.
country jobs moving
I came to Houston for a job, the reason most people move halfway across the country with a first grader and a five-week-old. I came here to teach at Rice.
girl eye purpose
I saw my one purpose in that moment, looking into that little girls eyes. I was the one who was meant to save her, that was my one purpose all this time.
may way lucky
We live, we die. Somewhere along the way, if we're lucky, we may find someone to help lighten the load.
pain grief doors
Sara waited a respectful time, knowing there was nothing she could do to ease the woman's pain. Grief was a place, Sara understood, where a person went alone. It was like a room without doors, and what happened in that room, all the anger and the pain you felt, was meant to stay there, nobody's business but yours.