“I like how you remember things,’ I say. She looks at me. ‘Well, we have to. We have to remember everything. If… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
Every time I go to sleep, I know I may never wake up. How could anyone expect to? You drop your tiny,… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“The future is as blurry to me as the past. I can’t seem to make myself care about anything to the right… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
He is spent. His mind is mercury again, its brief surge of humanity melting into an oily residue on its surface, and… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“What does it mean that my past is a fog but my present is brilliant, bursting with sound and color?” — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“The opposite of memory--hope. SO things that are gone can still matter. So we can build off our pasts and make futures.” — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“Well we have to. We have to remember everything. If we don’t, by the time we grow up it’ll be gone forever.” — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“despite the millions of past moments I’ve lost or tossed away like highway trash, I know with a lockjawed certainty I’ll remember… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“We have big plans. Oh yes. We're fumbling in the dark, but at least we're in motion. Everyone is working now; Julie… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“Was it just fear? the voices wonder. We were fearful in the best of times; how could we cope with the worst?… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
You can order yourself to treasure a moment, to cling tight to a feeling and never let it fade, but it's your… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“Your dreamers. You ridiculous children. You dancing grinning fuckups. Here is your bright future. Your earnest, saccharine hope. How does it taste… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
We have to remember everything. If we don't, by the time we grow up it'll be gone forever. — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“Now here is an oddity. A question for the zombie philosophers. What does it mean that my past is a fog but… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“Everything dies eventually. We all know that. People, cities, whole civilizations. Nothing lasts. So if existence was just binary, dead or alive,… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“Some part of me remembers what snow is, but this is the first time my new mind has seen it. It softens… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
Life only makes any sense if we can see time how God does. Past, present, and future all at once. — 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 used to split my time between writing, music and painting. I would work on a book and then abandon it, start… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
I want a new past,new memories, a new first handshake with love. I want to start over in every possible way. — 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
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses. — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
I feel the flatline of my existence disrupting, forming heartbeat hills and valleys — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
