Isaac Marion
Isaac Marion
Isaac Marion is an American writer. He is best known as the best-selling author of the "zombie romance" novel Warm Bodies...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
CountryUnited States of America
dark
We're fumbling in the dark, but at least we're in motion.
cheer sleep fog
We eat and sleep and shuffle through the fog, walking a marathon with no finish line, no medals, no cheering.
echoes people waiting
Are my words ever actually audible, or do they just echo in my head while people stare at me, waiting?
what-matters want next
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.
book thinking matter
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.
want enough ifs
Can we really choose anything?' 'Maybe. If we want to bad enough.
philosophy brain too-much
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
struggle live-in-the-moment sometimes
Sometimes it's a struggle to live in the moment.
dark night cities
I'm alone, stumbling through the city in the dark, trying not to let the night freeze my blood.
choices known happened
What happened? How did I get here? How could I have known that my choices mattered?
girl boys thinking
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.
tired growing earth
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.
order feelings brain
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.
mistake responsibility judgement
One mistake, one brief lapse of my new found judgement-that's all it took to unravel everything. What a massive responsibility, being a moral creature.