There’s not really such thing as ‘good’ or ‘bad’ people, there’s just like…humanity. And it gets broken sometimes. Isaac Marion More Quotes by Isaac Marion More Quotes From Isaac Marion 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 scentfeelingsrooms 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 wallmemoriesmoving I'm not a general or a colonel or a builder of cities. I'm just a corpse who wants not to be. Isaac Marion buildercitieswant What wonderful thing didn't start out scary? Isaac Marion wonderful-thingsscarywonderful 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 painhatehurt 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 waitingworldmoving 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 up-to-youwaitingworld 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 writinggivingbook 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 handicapssymptomsreal 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 our-worldbeautifulthinking Warm Bodies ended up becoming one of the most personal relatable things I've written. Isaac Marion becoming-onewrittenbody I wish people were willing to dig a little deeper than the surface elements of a premise before tossing one story in with another. Isaac Marion storieswishpeople I adapt to things quickly, including good things, which I wish I could shut off sometimes. My friends have to keep reminding me how crazy my life has become, and then it hits me fresh and I just slap my forehead and think, "Wait, what... ?" Isaac Marion crazywaitingthinking I sigh inside, so exhausted by these ugly questions, but when did a monster ever deserve its privacy? Isaac Marion uglyprivacymonsters Here we are on the road. We must be going somewhere. Isaac Marion 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 shadowstarsbelieve Once you've arrived at the end of the world, it hardly matters which route you took. Isaac Marion endsmatterworld What wonderful thing didn't start out scary? Isaac Marion wonderful-thingsscarywonderful 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 femaleeyeopposites I am Dead, but it's not so bad. I've learned to live with it. Isaac Marion ive-learnedparadoxacceptance
