Once you've arrived at the end of the world, it hardly matters which route you took. — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“The world is always just what it is now, and it's up to you how you respond to it.” — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
...and we'll see what happens when we say Yes while this rigor mortis world screams No. — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
There is a chasm between me and the world outside of me. A gap so wide my feelings can't cross it. By… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“So when? You know things are moving. You’re changing, your fellow Dead are changing, the world is ready for something miraculous. What… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
I don't want to hear music, I don't want the sunrise to be pink. The world is a liar. Its ugliness is… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
There is no ideal world for you to wait around for. The world is always just what it is now, and it's… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“There's no benchmark for how life's "supposed" to happen. There is no ideal world for you to wait around for. The world… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
You know things are moving. You're changing, you fellow Dead are changing, the world is ready for something miraculous. What are we… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
The sports arena Julie calls home is unaccountably large, perhaps one of those dual-event 'super venues' built for an era when the… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
What happened to the world was gradual. I've forgotten what it actually was, but I have faint, fetal memories of what it… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
I know I'm not going to say good-bye. And if these staggering refugees want to help, if they think they see something… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
The world that birthed that story is long gone, all its people are dead, but it continues to touch the present and… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
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… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
When the entire world is built on death and horror, when existence is a constant state of panic, it's hard to get… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
I think the world has mostly ended because the cities we wander through are as rotten as we are. Buildings have collapsed.… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
Now I’m just standing here on the conveyor. Along for the ride. I reach the end, turn around, and go back the… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“These people, these beautiful Living women, they don't seem to make the connection between me and the creatures that keep killing everything they love.… — Isaac Marion Copy Share
“You and I are victims of the same disease. We're fighting the same war, just different battles in different theaters, and it's way too… — Isaac Marion Copy Share
“She looks at her wrist, those thin scars like an entry stamp for some horrible concert. 'All the shitty stuff people do to themselves...… — Isaac Marion Copy Share
“I guess I talk a lot of shit about Perry, but it's not like I'm such a shiny happy person either, you know? I'm… — Isaac Marion Copy Share
I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses. — Isaac Marion Copy Share
I feel the flatline of my existence disrupting, forming heartbeat hills and valleys — Isaac Marion Copy Share
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… — Isaac Marion Copy Share
It's not like I'm such a shiny happy person either, you know? I'm a wreck too, I'm just... still alive. — Isaac Marion Copy Share
“I run through the dark entry corridor toward the light on the other end, wondering if this is a birth canal or the tunnel… — Isaac Marion Copy Share
“I want the pain of knowing them, and by extension myself: who and what I really am. Maybe with that scalpel, red-hot and sterilized… — Isaac Marion Copy Share
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 Copy Share
It’s sad to see them staring wistfully through the window when the door isn’t locked. — Isaac Marion Copy Share
