Top 150 Isaac Marion Quotes (2024 Update)
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101. “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, it all collapses. So far my personal record is four rolling syllables before some... thing... jams. And I may be the most loquacious zombie in the airport.”

— Isaac Marion

102. “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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103. “Was it just fear? the voices wonder. We were fearful in the best of times; how could we cope with the worst? So we found the tallest walls and poured ourselves behind them. We kept pouring until we were biggest and strongest, elected the greatest generals and found the most weapons, thinking all this maximalism would somehow generate happiness. But nothing so obvious could ever work.”

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104. “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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105. “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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106. “I don’t have to be a monster to hurt people. I can do it gently, with a single careless breath.”

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107. “I notice faint scars on her wrists and forearms, thin lines too symmetrical to be accidents.”

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108. “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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109. “Okay?” I ask, raising my eyebrows. She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, cringes at the smell of my fluids, then nods. “Okay.”

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110. “My favorite songs change every year.”

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111. “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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112. “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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113. “I steal what he has to replace what I lack.”

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114. “Two years ago today my father was crushed under the wall he was building, and I became an orphan.”

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115. “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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116. “To be or not to be, that is the question: to go on living, fighting against this sea of troubles, or to die and end everything? Why be afraid of death? To die is to sleep, no more. Perhaps to dream? Yes, that’s the problem: in that sleep of death, what dreams will come?”

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117. “She gathers my half of the blankets around her and curls up against the wall. She will sleep for hours more, dreaming endless landscapes and novas of colour both gorgeous and frightening. If I stayed she would wake up and describe them to me. All the mad plot twists and surrealist imagery, so vivid to her while so meaningless to me. There was a time when I treasured listening to her, when I found the commotion in her soul bitter-sweet and lovely, but I can no longer bear it.”

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118. “The suburbs where Julie and I nested for a night, once upon a time in a mildewed fairy tale.”

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119. “I can’t seem to make myself care about anything to the right or left of the present.”

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120. “There are hundreds of us living in an abandoned airport outside some large city. We don’t need shelter or warmth, obviously, but we like having the walls and roofs over our heads. Otherwise we’d just be wandering in an open field of dust somewhere, and that would be horrifying. To have nothing at all around us, nothing to touch or look at, no hard lines whatsoever, just us and the gaping maw of the sky. I imagine that’s what being full-dead is like. An emptiness vast and absolute.”

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121. “I try to think of things to say but nothing comes, and if something did come I probably couldn’t say it. This is my great obstacle, the biggest of all the boulders littering my path. 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.”

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122. “The Dead are a larger army than any ever assembled, and they follow no leader, fear no threat, and accept no bribe or compromise. The Dead are the silent majority, and should they ever decide to say something, it will be the new law of the land.”

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123. “It’s hard to take your life so seriously when you can see it all at once.”

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124. “The strangest thing about her is her eyes. Though the rest of her body is putrid, her eyes are incongruously whole. They stare at the ceiling with a fierce intensity, as if somewhere inside her she is lifting impossible weights. People and places and a lifetime of memories. A thousand tons of raw human soul hauled up from the depths.”

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125. “Studies have shown that swearing has an anesthetic effect. Swearing eases pain.”

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126. “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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127. “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.”

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128. “My brain hasn’t yet remembered that my body is valuable.”

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129. “In my short life I made so many choices just because i thought they were required, but my dad was right: there’s no rulebook 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 to.”

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130. “The darkness of the room is pulsing with gunfire, and by our standards we are grossly outnumbered – there are only three of us to every one of them – but something is tipping things in our favor. Our manic speed is uncharacteristic of the Dead, and our prey are not prepared for it. Is this all coming from me? Creatures without desire usually don’t move quickly, but they’re following my lead, and I am an angry whirlwind.”

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131. “The magic that confounds them is humanity. The naturally occurring, slow acting, unpredictably potent product of conscious minds connecting. These madmen want to synthesise love. They want to manufacture it, weaponise it, and use it to control people. It’s such a ludicrous scheme it would be funny if they weren’t trampling the world in pursuit of it.”

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132. “It’s rare that I read more than two or three books by any one author; usually only one.”

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133. “Life is only fair for the Dead, who get what they want because they want nothing.”

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134. “I’m a cell in the cancer that killed her.”

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135. “What’s still squirming in our bones when everything else is stripped?”

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136. “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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137. “He is a child, but why does that make him any less deserving? Nora herself is a child; so are her parents – everyone is equally young and foolish in the wide lens of history, and the arrogant denial of this is what unraveled the world.”

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138. “If there are rules, we’re the ones making them. We can change them whenever we want to.”

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139. “The apocalypse didn’t happen overnight. The world didn’t end in a satisfying climax of explosive special effects. It was slow. It was boring. It was one little thing at a time. One moral compromise, one abandoned ideal, one more justified injustice. No dramatic wave of destruction sweeping across the world, just scattered spots of rot forming throughout the decades, seemingly isolated incidents until the moment they all merged.”

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140. “I’ve always been interested in writing from the perspective of an outsider.”

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141. “WE WAIT in the rivers and the woods, in the sky and the cities and the sun, but we do not wait patiently. We have been patient too long. We have been told again and again that we can’t win, that the best we can hope for is balance, but we will no longer accept this. We feel a new future building beneath us, the magma of possibility pressing against the earth. We are becoming a mountain. We will erupt.”

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142. “My mind is full of hornets.”

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143. “When a corpse tells you how to live, do the opposite.”

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144. “Whatever we say will be the truth, because we’ll be the only voice.” I.”

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145. “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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146. “Our greatest sin is believing that we matter.”

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147. “The letters are stars. The words, constellations.”

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148. “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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149. “How do I appear unthreatening when her lover’s blood is running down my chin?”

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150. “She is everything. And if she is everything, maybe that’s answer enough.”

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