Isaac Marion Quotes

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

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?

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

I wish people were willing to dig a little deeper than the surface elements of a premise before tossing one story in with another.

We smile, because this is how we save the world.

Soft flesh is eaten by hard teeth.

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

In my palm I can feel the echo of her pulse, standing in for the absense of mine.

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?

Enough white lies can scorch the earth black.

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.

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.

... we shoved out many hopes and fears into their hands, believing those hands were strong because they had firm handshakes. They failed us, always. There was no way they could not fail us - they were human, and so were we.

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.

You might say that death has relaxed me.

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.

You should always be taking pictures, if not with a camera then with your mind. Memories you capture on purpose are always more vivid than the ones you pick up by accident.

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.

How do I appear unthreatening when her lover's blood is running down my chin?

I can feel it... the chance to start over, to live right, to love right, to burn up in a fiery cloud and never again be buried in the mud.

I want life and in all its stupid sticky rawness.

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

Here we are on the road. We must be going somewhere.

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.

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

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.