If there are rules, we're the ones making them. We can change them whenever we want to. — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
Once again the absurdity of my inner thoughts overwhelms me, and I want to crawl out of my skin, escape my ugly,… — 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
Are we all just Dark Age doctors, swearing by our leeches? We crave a greater science. We want to be proven wrong. — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
We will cry and bleed and lust and love, and we will cure death. We will be the cure. Because we want… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
Here it comes. My inevitable death, ignoring me all those years when I wished for it daily, arriving only after I've decided… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
Peel off these dusty wool blankets of apathy and antipathy and cynical desiccation. I want life in all its stupid sticky rawness. — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
Maybe this is why I sleep only a few hours a month. I don't want to die again. This has become clearer… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
But we don’t remember those lives. We can’t read our diaries.’ ‘It doesn’t matter. We are where we are, however we got… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
I crush her against me. I want to be part of her. Not just inside her but all around her. I want… — 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
I think for a minute. Watching my wife fade into the distance, I put a hand on my heart. "Dead." I wave… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
And yet ... But what if ... I want to do something impossible. Something astounding and unheard of. I want to scrub… — 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 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
“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
