She remembered no one at all. She remembered one day thinking: I am alone. There is no I but I. She lived in the dark. She taught herself to walk in the light, though it was not easy. 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 writing book world Because that's what heaven is...it's opening the door of a house in twilight and everyone you love is there. Justin Cronin twilight doors love-is This ravishing world. This achingly bittersweet, ravishing world. Justin Cronin bittersweet world 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 light rain men Behind every writer stands a very large bookshelf. Justin Cronin bookshelves behinds We live, we die. Somewhere along the way, if we're lucky, we may find someone to help lighten the load. Justin Cronin lucky may way 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 kissing men children 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 writing two book 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 sunshine dirt hero 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 fascination dark numbers Choosing writing as a career, just by itself, is a measure of not being a calculating person. Justin Cronin careers persons writing I like to break left when people think I'm going to go right. Justin Cronin break people thinking Even on the darkest night, my friend, life will have its way. Justin Cronin my-friends night way 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 wall war fall 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-places eras miles It happened fast. Thirty-two minutes for one world to die, another to be born. Justin Cronin thirty two world What strange places our lives can carry us to, what dark passages. Justin Cronin strange-places passages dark 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 baby believe promise 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 summer morning children The military was all about hierarchies, who urinated highest on the hydrant Justin Cronin hierarchy highest military
