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
memories mind purpose
You should always be taking pictures, if not with a camera then with your mind. Memories you capture on purpose are always more vivid than the ones you pick up by accident.
world smile-because save-the-world
We smile, because this is how we save the world.
lines scar wrists
I notice faint scars on her wrists and forearms, thin lines too symmetrical to be accidents.
past facts made
The past is made out of facts...I guess the future is just hope.
zombie lips irony
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.
two steps
...wanting change is step one, but step two is taking it.
crazy thinking waiting
I adapt to things quickly, including good things, which I wish I could shut off sometimes. My friends have to keep reminding me how crazy my life has become, and then it hits me fresh and I just slap my forehead and think, "Wait, what... ?"
memories past starting-over
I want a new past,new memories, a new first handshake with love. I want to start over in every possible way.
names missing doe
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.
cutting
I would like my life to be a movie so I could cut to a montage.
people wish stories
I wish people were willing to dig a little deeper than the surface elements of a premise before tossing one story in with another.
exclamation-marks punctuation-marks long
I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses.
sound ears neon
Music? Music is life! It’s physical emotion - you can touch it! It’s neon ecto-energy sucked out of spirits and switched into sound waves for your ears to swallow. Are you telling me, what, that it’s boring? You don’t have time for it?
mind mouths ceilings
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.