Quotes by Isaac Marion

Soft flesh is eaten by hard teeth.

The burning red taste of blood floods my mouth. The sparkle of life sprays out of his cells like citrus mist from an orange peel, and I suck it in.

I think I remember what love was like before. There were complex emotional and biological factors. We had elaborate tests to pass, connections to forge, ups and downs and tears and whirlwinds. It was an ordeal, an exercise in agony, but it was alive. The new love is simpler. Easier. But small.

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

How do I appear unthreatening when her lovers blood is running down my chin?

I feel the flatline of my existence disrupting, forming heartbeat hills and valleys

She hugs me. Its tentative at first, a little scared, and yes, a little repulsed, but then she melts into it. She rests her head against my cold neck and embraces me. Unable to believer whats happening, I put my arm around her and just hold her.I almost swear I can feel my heart thumping. But it must just be hers, pressed tightly against my chest.

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

Id like to sit down with him and pick his brain, just a tiny bite somewhere in the frontal lobe to get a taste of his thoughts -Warm Bodies

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

There is no ideal world for you to wait around for. The world is always just what it is now, and its up to you how you respond to it.

...wanting change is step one, but step two is taking it.

... 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.

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

Every experience, good or bad, is a priceless collectors item.

“Every time I go to sleep, I know I may never wake up. How could anyone expect to? You drop your tiny, helpless mind into a bottomless well, crossing your fingers and hoping when you pull it out on its flimsy fishing wire it hasnt been gnawed to bones by nameless beasts below.”