Isaac Marion famous quotes

Warm Bodies' ended up becoming one of the most personal relatable things I've written.
-- Isaac Marion

#Body #Becoming #Relatable

I don't know... there's something kind of beautiful about it, don't you think? That we keep living and growing even though our world is a corpse? That we keep coming back no matter how many of us die?
-- Isaac Marion

#Beautiful #Thinking #Our World

Is this muteness a real physical handicap? One of the many symptoms of being Dead?Or do we just have nothing left to say?
-- Isaac Marion

#Real #Symptoms #Handicaps

There is no ideal world for you to wait around for. The world is always just what it is now, and it's up to you how you respond to it.
-- Isaac Marion

#Waiting #World #Self Determination

I hate that she's hurt. I hate that she's been hurt, by me and by others, throughout the entire arc of her life. I barely remember pain, but when I see it in her I feel it in myself, in disproportionate measure. it creeps into my eyes, stinging, burning.
-- Isaac Marion

#Hurt #Pain #Hate

You know things are moving. You're changing, you fellow Dead are changing, the world is ready for something miraculous. What are we waiting for?
-- Isaac Marion

#Moving #Waiting #World

Every experience, good or bad, is a priceless collector's item.
-- Isaac Marion

#Priceless #Collectors

She is everything. And if she is everything, maybe that's answer enough.
-- Isaac Marion

#Answers #Enough

And yet ... But what if ... I want to do something impossible. Something astounding and unheard of. I want to scrub the moss off the Space Shuttle and fly Julie to the moon and colonise it, or float a capsized cruise ship to some distant island where no one will protest us, or just harness the magic that brings me into the brains of the Living and use it to bring Julie into mine, because it's warm in here, it's quiet and lovely, and in here we aren't an absurd juxtaposition, we are perfect.
-- Isaac Marion

#Moon #Space #Islands

That's why we have memory. And the opposite of memory— hope. So things that are gone can still matter. So we can built off our pasts and make future.
-- Isaac Marion

#Memories #Past #Opposites

What happened to the world was gradual. I've forgotten what it actually was, but I have faint, fetal memories of what it was like. A smoldering dread that never really caught fire till there wasn't much left to burn. Each sequential step surprised us. Then one day we woke up, and everything was gone.
-- Isaac Marion

#Memories #Fire #One Day

In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, everything collapses.
-- Isaac Marion

#Mind #Ceilings #Mouths

I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses.
-- Isaac Marion

#Long #Want #Punctuation

Music? Music is life! It’s physical emotion - you can touch it! It’s neon ecto-energy sucked out of spirits and switched into sound waves for your ears to swallow. Are you telling me, what, that it’s boring? You don’t have time for it?
-- Isaac Marion

#Neon #Energy #Sound

But it does make me sad that we've forgotten our names. Out of everything, this seems to me the most tragic. I miss my own and I mourn for everyone else's, because I'd like to love them, but I don't know who they are.
-- Isaac Marion

#Names #Missing #Doe

I would like my life to be a movie so I could cut to a montage.
-- Isaac Marion

#Cutting

My friend "M" says the irony of being a zombie is that everything is funny, but you can't smile, because your lips have rotted off.
-- Isaac Marion

#Zombie #Lips #Irony

...wanting change is step one, but step two is taking it.
-- Isaac Marion

#Two #Steps

I notice faint scars on her wrists and forearms, thin lines too symmetrical to be accidents.
-- Isaac Marion

#Lines #Scar #Symmetrical

The past is made out of facts...I guess the future is just hope.
-- Isaac Marion

#Past #Facts #Made

I want a new past,new memories, a new first handshake with love. I want to start over in every possible way.
-- Isaac Marion

#Memories #Past #Starting Over

I wonder how well she sleeps at night, and what kind of dreams she has. I wish I could step into them like she steps into mine.
-- Isaac Marion

#Dream #Sleep #Night

If there are rules, we're the ones making them. We can change them whenever we want to.
-- Isaac Marion

#Want

Not so easy, Mr Lennon. Even if you try.
-- Isaac Marion

#Trying #Easy #Lennon

I'm watching her talk. Watching her jaw move and collecting her words one by one as they spill from her lips. I don't deserve them. Her warm memories. I'd like to paint them over the bare plaster walls of my soul, but everything I paint seems to peel.
-- Isaac Marion

#Wall #Memories #Moving

We are where we are, however we got here. What matters is where we go next.
-- Isaac Marion

#What Matters #Matter #Next

Deep under our feet the Earth holds its molten breath, while the bones of countless generations watch us and wait.
-- Isaac Marion

#Feet #Waiting #Watches

It's a strange feeling, being so utterly surrounded by her. Her life scent is on everything. She's on me and under me and next to me. It's as if the entire room is made out of her.
-- Isaac Marion

#Feelings #Scent #Rooms

We're fumbling in the dark, but at least we're in motion.
-- Isaac Marion

#Dark

The sports arena Julie calls home is unaccountably large, perhaps one of those dual-event 'super venues' built for an era when the greatest quandary facing the world was where to put all the parties.
-- Isaac Marion

#Sports #Party #Home

Sometimes I wonder if he has a philosophy. Maybe even a worldview. I'd like to sit down with him and pick his brain, just a tiny bit somewhere in the frontal lobe to get a taste of his thoughts. But he's too much of a toughguy to ever be that vulnerable. - R on M
-- Isaac Marion

#Philosophy #Brain #Too Much

What happened? How did I get here? How could I have known that my choices mattered?
-- Isaac Marion

#Choices

My "heart". Does that pitiful organ still represent anything? It lies motionless in my chest, pumping no blood, serving no purpose, and yet my feelings still seem to originate inside its cold walls. My muted sadness, my vague longing, my rare flickers of joy. They pool in the center of my chest and seep out of there, diluted and faint, but real.
-- Isaac Marion

#Wall #Lying #Real

Maybe this is why I sleep only a few hours a month. I don't want to die again. This has become clearer and clearer to me recently, a desire so sharp and focused I can hardly believe it's mine: I don't want to die. I don't want to disappear. I want to stay.
-- Isaac Marion

#Believe #Sleep #Desire

Stop. Breathe those useless breaths. Drop this piece of life you’re holding to your lips. Where are you? How long have you been here? Stop now. You have to stop. Squeeze shut your stinging eyes, and take another bite.
-- Isaac Marion

#Eye #Long #Pieces

Can we really choose anything?' 'Maybe. If we want to bad enough.
-- Isaac Marion

#Want #Enough

I know I'm not going to say good-bye. And if these staggering refugees want to help, if they think they see something bigger here than a boy chasing a girl, then they can help, and we'll see what happens when we say yes while the rigor mortis world screams no.
-- Isaac Marion

#Girl #Boys #Thinking

A month ago there was nothing on Earth I missed, enjoyed, or longed for. I knew I could lose everything and not feel anything, and I rested easy in that knowledge. But I'm growing tired of easy things.
-- Isaac Marion

#Tired #Growing #Earth

Life only makes any sense if we can see time how God does. Past, present, and future all at once.
-- Isaac Marion

#Past #Doe #Past Present And Future

One mistake, one brief lapse of my new found judgement-that's all it took to unravel everything. What a massive responsibility, being a moral creature.
-- Isaac Marion

#Mistake #Responsibility #Judgement

Even in my bravest moment, I am a coward.
-- Isaac Marion

#Coward #Moments

Why is it beautiful that humanity keeps coming back? So does herpes.
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#Beautiful #Humanity #Doe

I don't want to hear music, I don't want the sunrise to be pink. The world is a liar. Its ugliness is overwhelming; the scraps of beauty make it worse.
-- Isaac Marion

#Liars #Sunrise #World

You can order yourself to treasure a moment, to cling tight to a feeling and never let it fade, but it's your brain, that three-pound lump of hamburger, that makes the final call.
-- Isaac Marion

#Order #Feelings #Brain

I can’t seem to make myself care about anything to the right or left of the present.
-- Isaac Marion

#Care

Are my words ever actually audible, or do they just echo in my head while people stare at me, waiting?
-- Isaac Marion

#Echoes #People #Waiting

But we don’t remember those lives. We can’t read our diaries.’ ‘It doesn’t matter. We are where we are, however we got here. What matters is where we go next.’ ‘But can we choose that?’ ‘I don’t know.’ ‘We’re Dead. Can we really choose anything?’ ‘Maybe. If we want to bad enough.
-- Isaac Marion

#What Matters #Diaries #Want

We eat and sleep and shuffle through the fog, walking a marathon with no finish line, no medals, no cheering.
-- Isaac Marion

#Cheer #Sleep #Fog

We have to remember everything. If we don't, by the time we grow up it'll be gone forever.
-- Isaac Marion

#Growing Up #Forever #Gone

Everything you see, you might be seeing for the last time.
-- Isaac Marion

#Might #Lasts #Last Time

All my life I have battled the alarm clock, pummeling the snooze button over and over with mounting self-loathing until the shame is finally strong enough to lever me upright.
-- Isaac Marion

#Strong #Self #Levers

It's more eerie to be alone in a city that's lit up and functioning than one that's a tomb. If everything were silent, one could almost pretend to be in nature. A forest. A meadow. Crickets and birdsong. But the corpse of civilization is as restless as the creatures that now roam the graveyards.
-- Isaac Marion

#Eerie #Civilization #Cities

Regret is pointless. I never do anything without first deciding to do it based on facts and feelings, and if it doesn't work out how I hoped, oh well - there's another notch on my experience belt.
-- Isaac Marion

#Regret #Work Out #Feelings

Breathing is optional, but I need some air.
-- Isaac Marion

#Air #Breathing #Needs

I adapt to things quickly, including good things, which I wish I could shut off sometimes.
-- Isaac Marion

#Wish #Sometimes #Good Things

I've always been interested in writing from the perspective of an outsider.
-- Isaac Marion

#Writing #Perspective #Outsiders

It's rare that I read more than two or three books by any one author; usually only one.
-- Isaac Marion

#Book #Two #Three

My favorite songs change every year.
-- Isaac Marion

#Song #Years #My Favorite

Sometimes it's a struggle to live in the moment.
-- Isaac Marion

#Struggle #Live In The Moment #Sometimes

I think we crushed ourselves down over the centuries. Buried ourselves under greed and hate and whatever other sins we could find until our souls finally hit the rock bottom of the universe. And then they scraped a hole through it, into some ... darker place.
-- Isaac Marion

#Hate #Thinking #Rocks

Peel off these dusty wool blankets of apathy and antipathy and cynical desiccation. I want life in all its stupid sticky rawness.
-- Isaac Marion

#Stupid #Cynical #Rawness

There’s not really such thing as ‘good’ or ‘bad’ people, there’s just like…humanity. And it gets broken sometimes.
-- Isaac Marion

#People #Broken #Humanity

Nothing is permanent. Not even the end of the world.
-- Isaac Marion

#World #End Of The World #Ends

The kind of stuff I usually read is a bit more on the literary side, like books that I think are influential in the sense that they're doing pulpy subject matter in a refined way. Like 'The Road' by Cormac McCarthy; I loved that book.
-- Isaac Marion

#Book #Thinking #Matter

I feel an unfamiliar but pleasant sensation in my lips, tugging them upward. This is... new.
-- Isaac Marion

#Tugging #Lips #Feels

Enough white lies can scorch the earth black.
-- Isaac Marion

#Lying #White #Black

I'm alone, stumbling through the city in the dark, trying not to let the night freeze my blood.
-- Isaac Marion

#Dark #Night #Blood

You might say that death has relaxed me.
-- Isaac Marion

#Might #Relaxed

He is spent. His mind is mercury again, its brief surge of humanity melting into an oily residue on its surface, and he no longer understands the feelings he felt in that strange moment on the overpass. But he did feel them. They did happen. They rest on the murky seabed of his mind, buried under sand and silt and miles of grey waves. Patient seeds waiting for light.
-- Isaac Marion

#Light #Waiting #Feelings

Came to . . . see you.” “But I had to go home, remember? You were supposed to say good-bye.” “Don't know why you . . . say good-bye. I say . . . hello.” Her lip quivers between reactions, but she ends up with a reluctant smile. “God you're a cheeseball. But seriously, R—
-- Isaac Marion

#Home #Bye #Lips

It’s not about keeping up the population, it’s about passing on who we are and what we've learned, so things keep going. So we don’t just end.
-- Isaac Marion

#Population #Who We Are #Ends

I used to split my time between writing, music and painting. I would work on a book and then abandon it, start a band, do an album, quit music, then do a gallery show. Eventually I decided to give writing a serious shot.
-- Isaac Marion

#Book #Writing #Giving

The moment the light went out, everyone stopped pretending.
-- Isaac Marion

#Light #Moments #Pretending

I crush her against me. I want to be part of her. Not just inside her but all around her. I want our rib cages to crack open and our hearts to migrate and merge. I want our cells to braid together like living thread.
-- Isaac Marion

#Crush #Inspirational Love #Heart

Once you've arrived at the end of the world, it hardly matters which route you took.
-- Isaac Marion

#World #End Of The World #Matter

But I'm not afraid of the skeletons in Julie's closet. I look forward to meeting the rest of them, looking them hard in the eye, giving them firm, bone-crunching handshakes.
-- Isaac Marion

#Eye #Skeletons #Giving

Soft flesh is eaten by hard teeth.
-- Isaac Marion

#Zombie #Teeth #Flesh

Of course, if I eat all of him, if I spare his brain, he'll rise up and follow me back to the airport, and that might make feel better. I'll introduce him to everyone, and maybe we'll stand around and groan for a while. It's hard to say what 'friends' are any more, but that might be close.
-- Isaac Marion

#Feel Better #Airports #Brain

Are we all just Dark Age doctors, swearing by our leeches? We crave a greater science. We want to be proven wrong.
-- Isaac Marion

#Dark #Doctors #Age

...and we'll see what happens when we say Yes while this rigor mortis world screams No.
-- Isaac Marion

#World #Scream #Rigor

I can no longer believe in any voodoo spell or laboratory virus. This is something deeper, darker. This comes from the cosmos, from the stars, or the unknown blackness behind them. The shadows in God's boarded-up basement.
-- Isaac Marion

#Stars #Believe #Shadow

I sigh inside, so exhausted by these ugly questions, but when did a monster ever deserve its privacy?
-- Isaac Marion

#Monsters #Ugly #Privacy

It frustrates and fascinates me that we'll never know for sure, that despite the best efforts of historians and scientists and poets, there are some things we'll just never know. What the first song sounded like. How it felt to see the first photograph. Who kissed the first kiss, and if it was any good.
-- Isaac Marion

#Song #Kissing #Effort

I think for a minute. Watching my wife fade into the distance, I put a hand on my heart. "Dead." I wave a hand toward my wife. "Dead." My eyes drift toward the sky and lose their focus. "Want it...to hurt. But...doesn't." Julie looks at me like she's waiting for more, and I wonder if I've expressed anything at all with my halting, mumbled soliloquy. Are my words ever actually audible, or do they just echo in my head while people stare at me, waiting? I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses.
-- Isaac Marion

#Hurt #Distance #Heart

Now I’m just standing here on the conveyor. Along for the ride. I reach the end, turn around, and go back the other way. The world has been distilled. Being dead is easy. After a few hours of this, I notice a female on the opposite conveyor. She doesn’t lurch or groan like most of us. Her head just lolls from side to side. I like that about her. That she doesn’t lurch or groan. I catch her eye and stare at her.
-- Isaac Marion

#Eye #Opposites #World

I am Dead, but it's not so bad. I've learned to live with it.
-- Isaac Marion

#Acceptance #Paradox

What's the point of trying to fix a world we're so briefly in?
-- Isaac Marion

#Trying #World