295 Quotes by Isaac Marion

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.

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.

What’s still squirming in our bones when everything else is stripped?

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.

How do I appear unthreatening when her lover’s blood is running down my chin?

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.

He didn’t come to make friends. He’s got fire in his eyes and a sword in his mouth and he came to cut the world in half.

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.

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.