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 CroninMy 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 CroninI 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 CroninSara 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.
Justin CroninThere was something in the pages of these books that had the power to make him feel better about things, a life raft to cling to before the dark currents of memory washed him downstream again, and on brighter days, he could even see himself going on this way for some time. A small but passable life. And then, of course, the end of the world happened.
Justin Cronin