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.
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
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
What strange places our lives can carry us to, what dark passages. - Justin Cronin
What strange places our lives can carry us to, what dark passages.
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
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.
We live, we die. Somewhere along the way, if we're lucky, we may find someone to help lighten the load. - Justin Cronin
We live, we die. Somewhere along the way, if we're lucky, we may find someone to help lighten the load.
Even on the darkest night, my friend, life will have its way. - Justin Cronin
Even on the darkest night, my friend, life will have its way.
This ravishing world. This achingly bittersweet, ravishing world. - Justin Cronin
This ravishing world. This achingly bittersweet, ravishing world.
Behind every writer stands a very large bookshelf. - Justin Cronin
Behind every writer stands a very large bookshelf.
On a fading summer evening, late in the last hours of his old life, Peter Jaxon-son of Demetrius and Prudence Jaxon, First Family; descendent of Terr… - Justin Cronin
On a fading summer evening, late in the last hours of his old life, Peter Jaxon-son of Demetrius and Prudence Jaxon, First Family; descendent of Terr…
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. Bed… - Justin Cronin
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. Bed…
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