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 More Quotes by Isaac Marion More Quotes From Isaac Marion 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 best-effort kissing song 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 distance eye hurt There is a chasm between me and the world outside of me. A gap so wide my feelings can't cross it. By the time my screams reach the other side, they have dwindled into groans. Isaac Marion gaps feelings world Just... ate," M says, frowning at me a little. "Two days...ago." I grab my stomach again. "Feel empty. Feel... dead." He nods. "Marr...iage. Isaac Marion frowning littles two The world that birthed that story is long gone, all its people are dead, but it continues to touch the present and future because someone cared enough about that world to keep it. To put it in words. To remember it. Isaac Marion gone long people When the entire world is built on death and horror, when existence is a constant state of panic, it's hard to get worked up about any one thing. Specific fears have become irrelevant. We've replace them with a smothering blanket far worse. Isaac Marion panic horror world The moment the light went out, everyone stopped pretending. Isaac Marion pretending moments light 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 growing tired earth 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 judgement responsibility mistake 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. Isaac Marion humanity doe beautiful 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 sunrise liars world We eat and sleep and shuffle through the fog, walking a marathon with no finish line, no medals, no cheering. Isaac Marion fog cheer sleep ... 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. Isaac Marion strong believe hands ...thinking all this maximalism would somehow generate happiness? Isaac Marion thinking God has made us study partner. We need to talk about our project. Isaac Marion projects study needs I wince at her use of the word "human." I've never liked that differentiation. She is living and I'm dead, but we're both human. Call me an idealist. Isaac Marion wince differentiation use All the shitty stuff people do to themselves... it can all be the same thing, you know? Just a way to drown out your own voice. To kill your memories without having to kill yourself. Isaac Marion voice memories people It’s sad to see them staring wistfully through the window when the door isn’t locked. Isaac Marion staring doors window
