295 Quotes by Isaac Marion

Sometimes it’s a struggle to live in the moment.

The undead airport has its own crowds but no real activity. We don’t do things; we wait for things to happen.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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

He who loves his life will lose it, and he who hates his life in this world will keep it for eternal life.

My response must be delicate but words are crude tools, prone to breaking what they’re meant to repair. So I keep my mouth shut.