Top 100 Isaac Marion Quotes
#1. Once you've arrived at the end of the world, it hardly matters which route you took.
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#2. 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.
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#3. I assumed it was perfect, that everyone was happy and beautiful and wanted for nothing, and in my numb, limited way I felt envy and wanted to eat them all the more
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#4. Even as I think them, the words lose their context, dissolve into grains of absurdity in the vast ocean of day-to-day hunger.
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#5. After finishing my drink I feel a pressure in my lower regions, and I realize I have to piss. Since the Dead don't drink, urination is a rare event. I hope I can remember how to do it.
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#6. Every experience, good or bad, is a priceless collector's item.
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#7. This was the final weight that broke my mind's kneecaps.
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#8. We don't care about assigning blame for the human condition, we just want to cure it.
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#10. The moment the light went out, everyone stopped pretending.
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#11. Crying. Expelling grief from the body in the form of salt water. What's its purpose? How did it evolve, and why are humans the only creatures on Earth that do it? Nora wonders how many years it takes to dry up that messy urge.
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#12. I'm sorry I can't properly introduce myself, but I don't have a name anymore. Hardly any of us do. We lose them like car keys, forget them like anniversaries.
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#13. 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.
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#14. We sit against the tiles of the bathroom wall with our legs sprawled out in front of us, passing the brain back and forth, taking small, leisurely bites and enjoying brief flashes of human experience.
'Good ... shit,' M wheezes.
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#15. 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.
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#16. The future is as blurry to me as the past. I can't seem to make myself care about anything to the right or left of the present, and the present isn't exactly urgent. You might say death has relaxed me.
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#17. We have to remember everything. If we don't, by the time we grow up it'll be gone forever.
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#18. 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.
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#19. 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.
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#20. Maybe eventually winter will finish our job for us and end the world in ice instead of blood.
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#21. 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 a wreck too. I'm just ... still alive. A wreck in progress.
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#22. What I'm saying is, when you have weight like that in your life, you have to start looking for the bigger picture or you are gonna sink.
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#23. 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 -
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#24. God has made us study partner. We need to talk about our project.
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#25. My mind has cleared a little; I've regained some instincts and associations, echoes of the Living world if not actual memories. Those I still have to steal.
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#27. There is mud everywhere, slicking the asphalt and piling up in corners along with the detritus of daily life: pop cans, cigarette butts, used condoms and bullet shells.
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#28. 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?
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#29. I wake up next to a woman. I'm not sure which one. My eyes burn and my head throbs; even the pricey stuff does it. No matter how much you pay for the drink, you pay again in the morning.
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#30. What happened? How did I get here? How could I have known that my choices mattered?
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#31. Enough white lies can scorch the earth black.
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#33. 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.
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#34. hierarchies are lies. Because no one needs the alpha. He gets to the top by puffing and bluffing until we all believe he belongs there. When your power is built on ignorance, you don't want people talking to each other.
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#35. I'd like to sit down with him and pick his brain, just a tiny bite somewhere in the frontal lobe to get a taste of his thoughts -Warm Bodies
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#36. I grab my stomach again. "Feel empty. Feel . . . dead." He nods. "Marr . . . iage." I glare at him. I shake my head and clutch my stomach harder.
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#37. And you know the craziest part, R?' she says.
'Sometimes I barely believe you're a zombie. Sometimes I think you're just wearing stage make-up, because when you smile ... it's pretty hard to believe.
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#38. Stop.
Breathe those useless breaths. Drop this piece of life you're holding to your lips. Where are you? How long have you been here? Stop now. You have to stop.
Squeeze shut your stinging eyes, and take another bite.
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#40. I don't know ... there's something kind of beautiful about it, don't you think? That we keep living and growing even though our world is a corpse? That we keep coming back no matter how many of us die?
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#41. It feels like days since we've made eye contact. We avoid it like we expect to be injured. When did we learn to fear each other? To flinch away from what we imagine the other is thinking, the cruelties we've written and placed in each other's mouths?
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#42. 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?
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#43. I'm alone, stumbling through the city in the dark, trying not to let the night freeze my blood.
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#44. What, you don't eat fat people?'
'Fat ... not alive. Waste product. Need meet.
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#45. In the darkest and strangest of places with the most macabre of company, this music moves her and her life pulses hard... And even for Julie's safety, I can't bring myself to smother it.
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#46. I notice faint scars on her wrists and forearms, thin lines too symmetrical to be accidents.
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#47. What wonderful thing didn't start out scary?
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#48. Why is it beautiful that humanity keeps coming back? So does herpes.
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#49. I should stitch my mouth shut. Honesty is a compulsion that's damned me more than once. But I just can't hold it in anymore. The words build and explode out of me like an uncontainable sneeze.
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#50. Miracles don't exist. There is cause and effect, dreams and reality. Living and Dead. Your hope is absurd. Your romanticism, embarrassing
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#51. I want a god to curse. I'll take any of them, all of them; I'll scream and blaspheme till lightning shuts me up.
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#53. 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.
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#54. I don't understand it, sir. What's the point of trying to fix a world were in so briefly? Where's the meaning in all that work if it's just going to disappear? Without any warning?
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#55. I feel the flatline of my existence disrupting, forming heartbeat hills and valleys
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#56. I want a new past,new memories, a new first handshake with love. I want to start over in every possible way.
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#57. Has your life gone on long after the thrill of living is gone? Are the dreams in which you're dying the best you've ever had?
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#58. 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.
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#59. 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.
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#60. It's rare that I read more than two or three books by any one author; usually only one.
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#61. It radiates out from him like a cloud of ghosts, countless hands clutching at the air, reaching out for ... something.
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#62. Studies have shown that swearing has an anesthetic effect. Swearing eases pain.
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#63. I'm not a general or a colonel or a builder of cities. I'm just a corpse who wants not to be.
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#64. The Living do everything so vibrantly, the Dead think. Their blood sprays like party champagne, they hoot and howl like a gospel choir. Even in their agony, they are enviable.
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#65. It's not like I'm such a shiny happy person either, you know? I'm a wreck too, I'm just ... still alive.
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#66. We're fumbling in the dark, but at least we're in motion.
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#67. The shadows of the room pool in the lines of our faces, draining our eyes of hue. There's nothing left worth saying.
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#68. ARE YOU ASKING ME WHAT THOUGHTS YOU SHOULD THINK?? What kind of Orwellian police state do you think I'm running here? Think whatever thoughts come into your thinking device, sir. (response to a reader asking what to keep in mind while reading Warm Bodies)
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#70. God damn it you asshole! Wake up or I'll fucking shoot you!
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#71. Good people see past their own fucking lives.
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#72. 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.
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#73. The harder a place is to reach, the more likely reaching it will be worthwhile.
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#74. 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.
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#75. Can we really choose anything?'
'Maybe. If we want to bad enough.
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#76. I wish I could read what she's written there. Instead, I pretend the letters are stars. The words, constellations.
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#77. Some part of me remembers what snow is, but this is the first time my new mind has seen it. It softens the crumbled sidewalks and turns rusty rooftops white. It's beautiful. It crunches under my feet as I move toward the house, longing to understand.
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#78. 'Warm Bodies' ended up becoming one of the most personal relatable things I've written.
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#79. Don't know why you... say good-bye. I say... hello.
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#80. I wish people were willing to dig a little deeper than the surface elements of a premise before tossing one story in with another.
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#81. 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 in tears, I can begin to carve out the rot inside of me.
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#82. Thinking all this maximalism would somehow generate happiness?
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#83. We eat and sleep and shuffle through the fog, walking a marathon with no finish line, no medals, no cheering.
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#84. And we'll see what happens when we say Yes while this rigor mortis world screams No.
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#85. We are where we are, however we got here. What matters is where we go next.
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#86. I imagine that's what being full-dead is like. And emptiness vast and absolute.
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#87. I run through the dark entry corridor toward the light on the other end, wondering if this is a birth canal or the tunnel to Heaven. Am I coming or going? Either way, it's too late to reverse. Hidden in the gloom under a red evening sky, I step into the world of the Living.
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#88. One of my father's lessons that stuck: lying to someone gives them power. Makes them the judge and you the defendant. Tell the truth and deal with the results. Lying's for pussies.
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#89. 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.
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#90. I mean obviously, staying alive is pretty fucking important . . . but there's got to be something beyond that, right?
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#91. Nothing is permanent. Not even the end
of the world.
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#92. We realized that the closest we'd ever get to objective truth was the belief of the majority, so we enthroned the majority and ignored all other voices.
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#93. I steal what he has to replace what I lack.
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#94. What you are, I once was. What I am, you will become.
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#95. I want life and in all its stupid sticky rawness.
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#96. There's no benchmark for how life's "supposed" to happen. There is no ideal world for you to wait around for. The world is always just what it is now, it's up to you how you respond to it.
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#97. I adapt to things quickly, including good things, which I wish I could shut off sometimes.
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#98. There's no rule book for the world. It's in our heads, our collective human hive-mind. If there are rules, we're the ones making them. We can change them whenever we want.
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#100. Is it stupid to waste time on stuff like that in a world like this? When everything might fall apart any minute?
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