295 Quotes by Isaac Marion

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?

But no, “R.” No sleep of the innocent. Not for you. Did you forget? You have blood on your hands. On your lips. On your teeth. Smile for the cameras.

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

The letters are stars. The words, constellations.

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.

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

I don’t know what happened. Disease? War? Social collapse? Or was it just us? The Dead replacing the Living? I guess it’s not so important. Once you’ve arrived at the end of the world, it hardly matters which route you took.