Isaac Marion
Isaac Marion
Isaac Marion is an American writer. He is best known as the best-selling author of the "zombie romance" novel Warm Bodies...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
CountryUnited States of America
answers enough ifs
She is everything. And if she is everything, maybe that's answer enough.
moon islands space
And yet ... But what if ... I want to do something impossible. Something astounding and unheard of. I want to scrub the moss off the Space Shuttle and fly Julie to the moon and colonise it, or float a capsized cruise ship to some distant island where no one will protest us, or just harness the magic that brings me into the brains of the Living and use it to bring Julie into mine, because it's warm in here, it's quiet and lovely, and in here we aren't an absurd juxtaposition, we are perfect.
feelings scent rooms
It's a strange feeling, being so utterly surrounded by her. Her life scent is on everything. She's on me and under me and next to me. It's as if the entire room is made out of her.
priceless collectors items
Every experience, good or bad, is a priceless collector's item.
believe call-me idealist
She is Living and I'm Dead, but I'd like to believe we're both human. Call me an idealist.
use differentiation wince
I wince at her use of the word "human." I've never liked that differentiation. She is living and I'm dead, but we're both human. Call me an idealist.
moving waiting world
You know things are moving. You're changing, you fellow Dead are changing, the world is ready for something miraculous. What are we waiting for?
wall memories moving
I'm watching her talk. Watching her jaw move and collecting her words one by one as they spill from her lips. I don't deserve them. Her warm memories. I'd like to paint them over the bare plaster walls of my soul, but everything I paint seems to peel.
feet waiting generations
Deep under our feet the Earth holds its molten breath, while the bones of countless generations watch us and wait.
beautiful thinking our-world
I don't know... there's something kind of beautiful about it, don't you think? That we keep living and growing even though our world is a corpse? That we keep coming back no matter how many of us die?
real symptoms handicaps
Is this muteness a real physical handicap? One of the many symptoms of being Dead?Or do we just have nothing left to say?
book writing giving
I used to split my time between writing, music and painting. I would work on a book and then abandon it, start a band, do an album, quit music, then do a gallery show. Eventually I decided to give writing a serious shot.
becoming-one body written
Warm Bodies' ended up becoming one of the most personal relatable things I've written.
dream sleep night
I wonder how well she sleeps at night, and what kind of dreams she has. I wish I could step into them like she steps into mine.