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. Justin Cronin More Quotes by Justin Cronin More Quotes From Justin Cronin 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. Justin Cronin writingbookworld Because that's what heaven is...it's opening the door of a house in twilight and everyone you love is there. Justin Cronin twilightdoorslove-is This ravishing world. This achingly bittersweet, ravishing world. Justin Cronin bittersweetworld 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. Justin Cronin lightrainmen Behind every writer stands a very large bookshelf. Justin Cronin bookshelvesbehinds We live, we die. Somewhere along the way, if we're lucky, we may find someone to help lighten the load. Justin Cronin luckymayway 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. Justin Cronin kissingmenchildren 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. Justin Cronin writingtwobook My theory of characterization is basically this: Put some dirt on a hero, and put some sunshine on the villain, one brush stroke of beauty on the villain. Justin Cronin sunshinedirthero 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. Justin Cronin fascinationdarknumbers Choosing writing as a career, just by itself, is a measure of not being a calculating person. Justin Cronin careerspersonswriting I like to break left when people think I'm going to go right. Justin Cronin breakpeoplethinking Even on the darkest night, my friend, life will have its way. Justin Cronin my-friendsnightway I grew up during the Cold War, when everything seemed very tenuous. For many years, right up until the fall of the Berlin Wall, I had vivid nightmares of nuclear apocalypse. Justin Cronin wallwarfall 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. Justin Cronin strange-placeserasmiles It happened fast. Thirty-two minutes for one world to die, another to be born. Justin Cronin thirtytwoworld What strange places our lives can carry us to, what dark passages. Justin Cronin strange-placespassagesdark 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. Justin Cronin babybelievepromise 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. Justin Cronin summermorningchildren The military was all about hierarchies, who urinated highest on the hydrant Justin Cronin hierarchyhighestmilitary
