We have to remember everything. If we don't, by the time we grow up it'll be gone forever. — Isaac Marion Forever Copy Share Image
Warm Bodies' ended up becoming one of the most personal relatable things I've written. — Isaac Marion Becoming Copy Share Image
“What's still squirming in our bones when everything else is stripped?” — Isaac Marion Bones Copy Share Image
Once you've arrived at the end of the world, it hardly matters which route you took. — Isaac Marion End of the world Copy Share Image
“Prepositions are painful, articles are arduous, adjectives are wild overachievements.” — Isaac Marion Language Copy Share Image
There’s not really such thing as ‘good’ or ‘bad’ people, there’s just like…humanity. And it gets broken sometimes. — Isaac Marion Bad people Copy Share Image
“We realized that the closest we'd ever get to objective truth was the belief of the majority, so we enthroned the majority… — Isaac Marion Faith Copy Share Image
What's wrong with people?" she says, almost too quiet for me to hear. "Were they born with parts missing or did it… — Isaac Marion Born Copy Share Image
“I don't know the pain she's speaking from, but I know it's deep. It makes her hard and yet so terribly soft.… — Isaac Marion Pain Copy Share Image
I'm alone, stumbling through the city in the dark, trying not to let the night freeze my blood. — Isaac Marion Blood Copy Share Image
It's a strange feeling, being so utterly surrounded by her. Her life scent is on everything. She's on me and under me… — Isaac Marion Feelings Copy Share Image
I sigh inside, so exhausted by these ugly questions, but when did a monster ever deserve its privacy? — Isaac Marion Cybersecurity Copy Share Image
I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses. — Isaac Marion Drowning Copy Share Image
“I think I remember what love was like before. There were complex emotional and biological factors. We had elaborate tests to pass,… — Isaac Marion Apocalypse Copy Share Image
“Crying. Expelling grief from the body in the form of salt water. What's its purpose? How did it evolve, and why are… — Isaac Marion Crying 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 Braids Copy Share Image
“The ethics of eating people are blurry at best in the fog of my undead amnesia, but I expect more for such… — Isaac Marion Eating Copy Share Image
It's more eerie to be alone in a city that's lit up and functioning than one that's a tomb. If everything were… — Isaac Marion Bird 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 Arena Copy Share Image
“There on the hot white roof of humanity's last outpost, we look out over our rapidly, hopelessly, irretrievably changing world, and we… — Isaac Marion Change Copy Share Image
... we shoved out many hopes and fears into their hands, believing those hands were strong because they had firm handshakes. They… — Isaac Marion Believe 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 Existence Copy Share Image
“In front of a big aluminum building with a plywood cross on the roof, I kneel in a puddle and splash water… — Isaac Marion Holy 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 Along for the ride Copy Share Image
“I erupt from the dark, crushing tunnel into a flash of light and noise. A new kind of air surrounds me, dry… — Isaac Marion Beautiful writing 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 Absurd Copy Share Image
“At the Arrivals gate, we are greeted by a small crowd, watching us with hungry eyes or eyesockets. We drop our cargo… — Isaac Marion Death 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 Beautiful day Copy Share Image
“I have begun to wonder where I came from. The person I am now, this fumbling, stumbling supplicant... was I built on… — Isaac Marion Confusion Copy Share Image
