110+ Isaac Marion Quotes On Education, Religion And Slavery

Isaac Marion is an American writer best known for his novel Warm Bodies, which was adapted into a major motion picture in 2013. He is also the author of the novel The New Hunger, as well as several short stories and essays. He is currently living in Seattle, Washington and working on his next novel. Following is our collection on famous quotes by Isaac Marion on education, religion, slavery.

Top 10 Isaac Marion Quotes

1. In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, everything collapses.
2. I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses.
3. I want a new past,new memories, a new first handshake with love. I want to start over in every possible way.
4. You should always be taking pictures, if not with a camera then with your mind. Memories you capture on purpose are always more vivid than the ones you pick up by accident.
5. My friend "M" says the irony of being a zombie is that everything is funny, but you can't smile, because your lips have rotted off.
6. I notice faint scars on her wrists and forearms, thin lines too symmetrical to be accidents.
7. We smile, because this is how we save the world.
8. My favorite songs change every year.
9. We are where we are, however we got here. What matters is where we go next.
10. ...and we'll see what happens when we say Yes while this rigor mortis world screams No.

Isaac Marion Short Quotes

• Warm Bodies ended up becoming one of the most personal relatable things I've written.
• I feel the flatline of my existence disrupting, forming heartbeat hills and valleys
• Every experience, good or bad, is a priceless collector's item.
• Soft flesh is eaten by hard teeth.
• I'm alone, stumbling through the city in the dark, trying not to let the night freeze my blood.
• Sometimes it's a struggle to live in the moment.
• What happened? How did I get here? How could I have known that my choices mattered?
• I've always been interested in writing from the perspective of an outsider.
• I adapt to things quickly, including good things, which I wish I could shut off sometimes.
• It's rare that I read more than two or three books by any one author, usually only one.

Isaac Marion Quotes About Love

I crush her against me. I want to be part of her. Not just inside her but all around her. I want our rib cages to crack open and our hearts to migrate and merge. I want our cells to braid together like living thread. — Isaac Marion

The kind of stuff I usually read is a bit more on the literary side, like books that I think are influential in the sense that they're doing pulpy subject matter in a refined way. Like 'The Road' by Cormac McCarthy, I loved that book. — Isaac Marion

We will cry and bleed and lust and love, and we will cure death. We will be the cure. Because we want it. — Isaac Marion

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 own and I mourn for everyone else's, because I'd like to love them, but I don't know who they are. — Isaac Marion

I can feel it... the chance to start over, to live right, to love right, to burn up in a fiery cloud and never again be buried in the mud. — Isaac Marion

Isaac Marion Famous Quotes And Sayings

Music? Music is life! It’s physical emotion - you can touch it! It’s neon ecto-energy sucked out of spirits and switched into sound waves for your ears to swallow. Are you telling me, what, that it’s boring? You don’t have time for it? — Isaac Marion

I'm watching her talk. Watching her jaw move and collecting her words one by one as they spill from her lips. I don't deserve them. Her warm memories. I'd like to paint them over the bare plaster walls of my soul, but everything I paint seems to peel. — Isaac Marion

I used to split my time between writing, music and painting. I would work on a book and then abandon it, start a band, do an album, quit music, then do a gallery show. Eventually I decided to give writing a serious shot. — Isaac Marion

I adapt to things quickly, including good things, which I wish I could shut off sometimes. My friends have to keep reminding me how crazy my life has become, and then it hits me fresh and I just slap my forehead and think, "Wait, what... ?" — Isaac Marion

There is no ideal world for you to wait around for. The world is always just what it is now, and it's up to you how you respond to it. — Isaac Marion

I hate that she's hurt. I hate that she's been hurt, by me and by others, throughout the entire arc of her life. I barely remember pain, but when I see it in her I feel it in myself, in disproportionate measure. it creeps into my eyes, stinging, burning. — Isaac Marion

Here it comes. My inevitable death, ignoring me all those years when I wished for it daily, arriving only after I've decided I want to live forever. — Isaac Marion

Peel off these dusty wool blankets of apathy and antipathy and cynical desiccation. I want life in all its stupid sticky rawness. — Isaac Marion

I know I'm not going to say good-bye. And if these staggering refugees want to help, if they think they see something bigger here than a boy chasing a girl, then they can help, and we'll see what happens when we say yes while the rigor mortis world screams no. — Isaac Marion

We're fumbling in the dark, but at least we're in motion. — Isaac Marion

It's a strange feeling, being so utterly surrounded by her. Her life scent is on everything. She's on me and under me and next to me. It's as if the entire room is made out of her. — Isaac Marion

It's hard to take your life so seriously when you can see it all at once. — Isaac Marion

Everything you see, you might be seeing for the last time. — Isaac Marion

...wanting change is step one, but step two is taking it. — Isaac Marion

Writing isn't letters on paper. It's communication. It's memory. — Isaac Marion

God has made us study partner. We need to talk about our project. — Isaac Marion

But I'm not afraid of the skeletons in Julie's closet. I look forward to meeting the rest of them, looking them hard in the eye, giving them firm, bone-crunching handshakes. — Isaac Marion

Even in my bravest moment, I am a coward. — Isaac Marion

Breathing is optional, but I need some air. — Isaac Marion

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

It frustrates and fascinates me that we'll never know for sure, that despite the best efforts of historians and scientists and poets, there are some things we'll just never know. What the first song sounded like. How it felt to see the first photograph. Who kissed the first kiss, and if it was any good. — Isaac Marion

What's the point of trying to fix a world we're so briefly in? — Isaac Marion

What wonderful thing didn't start out scary? — Isaac Marion

I can no longer believe in any voodoo spell or laboratory virus. This is something deeper, darker. This comes from the cosmos, from the stars, or the unknown blackness behind them. The shadows in God's boarded-up basement. — Isaac Marion

The shadows of the room pool in the lines of our faces, draining our eyes of hue. "There's nothing left worth saying. — Isaac Marion

No praise, no blame. Just so. — Isaac Marion

You might say that death has relaxed me. — Isaac Marion

Life only makes any sense if we can see time how God does. Past, present, and future all at once. — Isaac Marion

The past is made out of facts...I guess the future is just hope. — Isaac Marion

Are my words ever actually audible, or do they just echo in my head while people stare at me, waiting? — Isaac Marion

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 silent, one could almost pretend to be in nature. A forest. A meadow. Crickets and birdsong. But the corpse of civilization is as restless as the creatures that now roam the graveyards. — Isaac Marion

Maybe this is why I sleep only a few hours a month. I don't want to die again. This has become clearer and clearer to me recently, a desire so sharp and focused I can hardly believe it's mine: I don't want to die. I don't want to disappear. I want to stay. — Isaac Marion

I wonder how well she sleeps at night, and what kind of dreams she has. I wish I could step into them like she steps into mine. — Isaac Marion

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 hasn't been gnawed to bones by nameless beasts below. — Isaac Marion

Once again the absurdity of my inner thoughts overwhelms me, and I want to crawl out of my skin, escape my ugly, awkward flesh and be a skeleton, naked and anonymous. — Isaac Marion

All my life I have battled the alarm clock, pummeling the snooze button over and over with mounting self-loathing until the shame is finally strong enough to lever me upright. — Isaac Marion

We eat and sleep and shuffle through the fog, walking a marathon with no finish line, no medals, no cheering. — Isaac Marion

Not so easy, Mr Lennon. Even if you try. — Isaac Marion

I wince at her use of the word "human." I've never liked that differentiation. She is living and I'm dead, but we're both human. Call me an idealist. — Isaac Marion

In my palm I can feel the echo of her pulse, standing in for the absense of mine. — Isaac Marion

My "heart". Does that pitiful organ still represent anything? It lies motionless in my chest, pumping no blood, serving no purpose, and yet my feelings still seem to originate inside its cold walls. My muted sadness, my vague longing, my rare flickers of joy. They pool in the center of my chest and seep out of there, diluted and faint, but real. — Isaac Marion

When the entire world is built on death and horror, when existence is a constant state of panic, it's hard to get worked up about any one thing. Specific fears have become irrelevant. We've replace them with a smothering blanket far worse. — Isaac Marion

Sometimes I wonder if he has a philosophy. Maybe even a worldview. I'd like to sit down with him and pick his brain, just a tiny bit somewhere in the frontal lobe to get a taste of his thoughts. But he's too much of a toughguy to ever be that vulnerable. - R on M — Isaac Marion

Here we are on the road. We must be going somewhere. — Isaac Marion

The sports arena Julie calls home is unaccountably large, perhaps one of those dual-event 'super venues' built for an era when the greatest quandary facing the world was where to put all the parties. — Isaac Marion

What's wrong with people?" she says, almost too quiet for me to hear. "Were they born with parts missing or did it fall out somewhere along the way? — Isaac Marion

I can’t seem to make myself care about anything to the right or left of the present. — Isaac Marion

Can we really choose anything?' 'Maybe. If we want to bad enough. — Isaac Marion

Came to . . . see you.” “But I had to go home, remember? You were supposed to say good-bye.” “Don't know why you . . . say good-bye. I say . . . hello.” Her lip quivers between reactions, but she ends up with a reluctant smile. “God you're a cheeseball. But seriously, R— — Isaac Marion

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

Last winter, when so many Living joined the Dead and our prey became scarce, I watched some of my friends become full-dead. The transition was undramatic. They just slowed down, then stopped, and after a while I realised they were corpses. It disquieted me at first, but it’s against etiquette to notice when one of us dies. I distracted myself with some groaning. — Isaac Marion

Once you've arrived at the end of the world, it hardly matters which route you took. — Isaac Marion

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

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

Why is it beautiful that humanity keeps coming back? So does herpes. — Isaac Marion

You can order yourself to treasure a moment, to cling tight to a feeling and never let it fade, but it's your brain, that three-pound lump of hamburger, that makes the final call. — Isaac Marion

I am Dead, but it's not so bad. I've learned to live with it. — Isaac Marion

I think we crushed ourselves down over the centuries. Buried ourselves under greed and hate and whatever other sins we could find until our souls finally hit the rock bottom of the universe. And then they scraped a hole through it, into some ... darker place. — Isaac Marion

I want life and in all its stupid sticky rawness. — Isaac Marion

Deep under our feet the Earth holds its molten breath, while the bones of countless generations watch us and wait. — Isaac Marion

How do I appear unthreatening when her lover's blood is running down my chin? — Isaac Marion

That's why we have memory. And the opposite of memory— hope. So things that are gone can still matter. So we can built off our pasts and make future. — Isaac Marion

The moment the light went out, everyone stopped pretending. — Isaac Marion

I feel an unfamiliar but pleasant sensation in my lips, tugging them upward. This is... new. — Isaac Marion

Now I’m just standing here on the conveyor. Along for the ride. I reach the end, turn around, and go back the other way. The world has been distilled. Being dead is easy. After a few hours of this, I notice a female on the opposite conveyor. She doesn’t lurch or groan like most of us. Her head just lolls from side to side. I like that about her. That she doesn’t lurch or groan. I catch her eye and stare at her. — Isaac Marion

The world that birthed that story is long gone, all its people are dead, but it continues to touch the present and future because someone cared enough about that world to keep it. To put it in words. To remember it. — Isaac Marion

We have to remember everything. If we don't, by the time we grow up it'll be gone forever. — Isaac Marion

There is a chasm between me and the world outside of me. A gap so wide my feelings can't cross it. By the time my screams reach the other side, they have dwindled into groans. — Isaac Marion

Of course, if I eat all of him, if I spare his brain, he'll rise up and follow me back to the airport, and that might make feel better. I'll introduce him to everyone, and maybe we'll stand around and groan for a while. It's hard to say what 'friends' are any more, but that might be close. — Isaac Marion

All the shitty stuff people do to themselves... it can all be the same thing, you know? Just a way to drown out your own voice. To kill your memories without having to kill yourself. — Isaac Marion

He is spent. His mind is mercury again, its brief surge of humanity melting into an oily residue on its surface, and he no longer understands the feelings he felt in that strange moment on the overpass. But he did feel them. They did happen. They rest on the murky seabed of his mind, buried under sand and silt and miles of grey waves. Patient seeds waiting for light. — Isaac Marion

It was fun, but it's over now. This is how things go. — Isaac Marion

She is Living and I'm Dead, but I'd like to believe we're both human. Call me an idealist. — Isaac Marion

What a massive responsibility, being a moral creature — Isaac Marion

Regret is pointless. I never do anything without first deciding to do it based on facts and feelings, and if it doesn't work out how I hoped, oh well, there's another notch on my experience belt. — Isaac Marion

Enough white lies can scorch the earth black. — Isaac Marion

A month ago there was nothing on Earth I missed, enjoyed, or longed for. I knew I could lose everything and not feel anything, and I rested easy in that knowledge. But I'm growing tired of easy things. — Isaac Marion

I sigh inside, so exhausted by these ugly questions, but when did a monster ever deserve its privacy? — Isaac Marion

Are we all just Dark Age doctors, swearing by our leeches? We crave a greater science. We want to be proven wrong. — Isaac Marion

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 here. What matters is where we go next.’ ‘But can we choose that?’ ‘I don’t know.’ ‘We’re Dead. Can we really choose anything?’ ‘Maybe. If we want to bad enough. — Isaac Marion

I wish people were willing to dig a little deeper than the surface elements of a premise before tossing one story in with another. — Isaac Marion

She is everything. And if she is everything, maybe that's answer enough. — Isaac Marion

What happened to the world was gradual. I've forgotten what it actually was, but I have faint, fetal memories of what it was like. A smoldering dread that never really caught fire till there wasn't much left to burn. Each sequential step surprised us. Then one day we woke up, and everything was gone. — Isaac Marion

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

Nothing is permanent. Not even the end of the world. — Isaac Marion

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

... 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. — Isaac Marion

Life Lessons by Isaac Marion

1. Isaac Marion's work emphasizes the importance of understanding and accepting the complexity of human emotions. He encourages readers to be open to the idea that feelings are often contradictory and that it is ok to experience them.
2. Marion's work also stresses the importance of taking risks and embracing change, as it can lead to personal growth and a better understanding of oneself.
3. Finally, Marion's stories demonstrate the power of love and how it can help us to overcome our fears and find peace and joy in life.