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
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.
fiction grew apocalyptic
And I grew up on a steady diet of science fiction, especially apocalyptic and postapocalyptic fiction.
silly sea fishing
The fact is, there's a great deal of hair-splitting fussiness when it comes to fly-fishing, most of it as silly as a top hat.
morning writing world
I tend to start at 9 o'clock in the morning and write until 3. Those are my best hours. They fit the other rhythms of the world. So I write for six hours, pretty much without any breaks.
running struggle book
Every book has got its challenges. You run into a plot point that you can't figure out, or a scene that you struggle to write and have to write 50 times.
reading writing taste
You learn to write by reading, and my experiences and tastes as a reader are pretty wide.
jobs writing shows
Writing is a job: you must show up.
Writers who pretend that everything they're doing is completely new are full of it.
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.
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.
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...
baby believe promise
A baby was a fact. It was a being with a mind and a nature, and you could feel about it any way you liked, but a baby wouldn't care. Just by existing, it demanded that you believe in a future: the future it would crawl in, walk in, live in. A baby was a piece of time; it was a promise you made that the world made back to you.