Isaac Marion, Warm Bodies Quotes

I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses.

I would like my life to be a movie so I could cut to a montage.

...wanting change is step one, but step two is taking it.

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.

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.

Deep under our feet the Earth holds its molten breath, while the bones of countless generations watch us and wait.

...and we'll see what happens when we say Yes while this rigor mortis world screams No.

Is this muteness a real physical handicap? One of the many symptoms of being Dead?Or do we just have nothing left to say?

There is no ideal world for you to wait around for. The world is always just what it is now, and it's up to you how you respond to it.

That's why we have memory. And the opposite of memory— hope. So things that are gone can still matter. So we can built off our pasts and make future.

I am Dead, but it's not so bad. I've learned to live with it.

It’s not about keeping up the population, it’s about passing on who we are and what we've learned, so things keep going. So we don’t just end.

How do I appear unthreatening when her lover's blood is running down my chin?

Soft flesh is eaten by hard teeth.

Are we all just Dark Age doctors, swearing by our leeches? We crave a greater science. We want to be proven wrong.

The shadows of the room pool in the lines of our faces, draining our eyes of hue. "There's nothing left worth saying.

...thinking all this maximalism would somehow generate happiness?

We will cry and bleed and lust and love, and we will cure death. We will be the cure. Because we want it.

What's wrong with people?" she says, almost too quiet for me to hear. "Were they born with parts missing or did it fall out somewhere along the way?

Why is it beautiful that humanity keeps coming back? So does herpes.

I should stitch my mouth shut. Honesty is a compulsion that’s damned me more than once. But I just can’t hold it in anymore. The words build and explode out of me like an uncontainable sneeze.

Well we have to. We have to remember everything. If we don’t, by the time we grow up it’ll be gone forever.

My mom used to say that’s why we have memory. And the opposite of memory—hope. So things that are gone can still matter. So we can build off our pasts and make futures.

The burning red taste of blood floods my mouth. The sparkle of life sprays out of his cells like citrus mist from an orange peel, and I suck it in.

I wish I could read what she's written there. Instead, I pretend the letters are stars. The words, constellations.

In the darkest and strangest of places with the most macabre of company, this music moves her and her life pulses hard... And even for Julie's safety, I can't bring myself to smother it.

I'd like to sit down with him and pick his brain, just a tiny bite somewhere in the frontal lobe to get a taste of his thoughts" -Warm Bodies

The past is made out of facts... I guess the future is just hope.

There's no benchmark for how life's "supposed" to happen. There is no ideal world for you to wait around for. The world is always just what it is now, it's up to you how you respond to it.