Isaac Quotes

People my age don't always know where their music comes from.

I think the kids today need to hear more about morals and values.

I was going through some emotional turmoil. You can tell by the tunes on the album that I was going through a break-up of my marriage. It was the only way I could express myself.

The rappers have gone in and created a lot of hit music based upon my influence. And theyll tell you if you ask.

People used to think of vocal music as boring choir stuff, once you figured out that you can do crazy beat-boxing, awesome bass lines (and) throw everything together, you just have really cool music.

What I'm saying is, when you have weight like that in your life, you have to start looking for the bigger picture or you are gonna sink.

I don't want to hear music, I don't want the sunrise to be pink. The world is a liar. Its ugliness is overwhelming; the scraps of beauty make it worse.

Regret is pointless. I never do anything without first deciding to do it based on facts and feelings, and if it doesn't work out how I hoped, oh well, there's another notch on my experience belt.

I sigh inside, so exhausted by these ugly questions, but when did a monster ever deserve its privacy?

I can’t seem to make myself care about anything to the right or left of the present.

Are my words ever actually audible, or do they just echo in my head while people stare at me, waiting?

Breathing is optional, but I need some air.

I can feel it... the chance to start over, to live right, to love right, to burn up in a fiery cloud and never again be buried in the mud.

Life only makes any sense if we can see time how God does. Past, present, and future all at once.

Can we really choose anything?' 'Maybe. If we want to bad enough.

In my palm I can feel the echo of her pulse, standing in for the absense of mine.

What a massive responsibility, being a moral creature

We eat and sleep and shuffle through the fog, walking a marathon with no finish line, no medals, no cheering.

The sports arena Julie calls home is unaccountably large, perhaps one of those dual-event 'super venues' built for an era when the greatest quandary facing the world was where to put all the parties.

All my life I have battled the alarm clock, pummeling the snooze button over and over with mounting self-loathing until the shame is finally strong enough to lever me upright.

You can order yourself to treasure a moment, to cling tight to a feeling and never let it fade, but it's your brain, that three-pound lump of hamburger, that makes the final call.

Sometimes it's a struggle to live in the moment.

It's rare that I read more than two or three books by any one author, usually only one.

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

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

You might say that death has relaxed me.

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

I feel an unfamiliar but pleasant sensation in my lips, tugging them upward. This is... new.

Nothing is permanent. Not even the end of the world.

Here we are on the road. We must be going somewhere.

Writing isn't letters on paper. It's communication. It's memory.

There is a chasm between me and the world outside of me. A gap so wide my feelings can't cross it. By the time my screams reach the other side, they have dwindled into groans.

But I'm not afraid of the skeletons in Julie's closet. I look forward to meeting the rest of them, looking them hard in the eye, giving them firm, bone-crunching handshakes.

If there are rules, we're the ones making them. We can change them whenever we want to.

Not so easy, Mr Lennon. Even if you try.

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

What wonderful thing didn't start out scary?

It's hard to take your life so seriously when you can see it all at once.

What's the point of trying to fix a world we're so briefly in?

Once you've arrived at the end of the world, it hardly matters which route you took.

It's not like I'm such a shiny happy person either, you know? I'm a wreck too, I'm just... still alive.

God has made us study partner. We need to talk about our project.

The moment the light went out, everyone stopped pretending.

One mistake, one brief lapse of my new found judgement-that's all it took to unravel everything. What a massive responsibility, being a moral creature.

She is Living and I'm Dead, but I'd like to believe we're both human. Call me an idealist.

I want life and in all its stupid sticky rawness.

It was fun, but it's over now. This is how things go.

Just... ate," M says, frowning at me a little. "Two days...ago." I grab my stomach again. "Feel empty. Feel... dead." He nods. "Marr...iage.

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.

All the shitty stuff people do to themselves... it can all be the same thing, you know? Just a way to drown out your own voice. To kill your memories without having to kill yourself.