295 Quotes by Isaac Marion

I adapt to things quickly, including good things, which I wish I could shut off sometimes.

Perhaps I died years ago, and Hell is a flooded planet of starving children and walking corpses and endless, senseless war.

We cast out votes and raised our leaders, charming men and women with white teeth and silver tongues, and we shoved our many hopes and fears into their hands, believing those hands were strong because they had firm handshakes. They failed us, always. There was no way they could not fail us – they were human, and more importantly, so were we.

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.

I’m not a general or a colonel or a builder of cities. I’m just a corpse who wants not to be.

Our greatest sin is believing that we matter.

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.

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?

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?