Quotes / And I Must Scream

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    Film - Live-Action 

Dr. Sayer: What must it be like to be them? What are they thinking?
Dr. Ingham: They're not. The virus didn't spare the higher faculties.
Dr. Sayer: We know what for a fact?
Dr. Ingham: Yes.
Dr. Sayer: Because?
Dr. Ingham: Because the alternative would be unthinkable.

C-3PO: In his belly, you will find a new definition of pain and suffering as you are slowly digested... over a thousand years.

You're gonna wish you could die.
The Killer, Midnight Movie

They tied a cannon to my boot. I ended up on the bottom of the ocean... the weight of the water crushing down on me... unable to move... unable to die, Jack. I promised myself that if there was any chance of escaping this fate, I would take it.
"Bootstrap Bill" Turner, Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest

Your ears you keep, and I'll tell you why: so that every shriek of child at seeing your hideousness will be yours to cherish. Every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman who cries out, "Dear God! What is that thing?" will echo in your perfect ears. That is what To the Pain means - it means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever.
Westley, The Princess Bride


I know what you want but I'm not going to give it to you, Drummond. I hope you live a long and painful life. In a prison. In a bed. In a place that stinks of shit and piss. Breathing through a tube. Eating through a tube. And I hope that every day, you want to die but can't do a fucking thing about it.
Harry Bosch, The Black Box

While everyone was laughing and joking over the roast, the mold evolved at a rate scientists had thought impossible for a salad. With blinding speed it formed a neural net - dendrites snaking from cell to cell, connecting with pimiento nodes, feeding off the olive glands. By 7 P.M. it was self-aware. By 8 P.M. it had developed the powers of cognition and the ability to observe its surroundings. At 8:32, when it was placed on the dinner table, it realized it had no mouth and no limbs, and it was completely, utterly screwed.
The Gallery of Regrettable Food, by James Lileks

I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound came out.

Some hundreds of years may have passed. I don't know. AM has been having fun for some time, accelerating and retarding my time sense. He made certain I would suffer eternally and could not do myself in. He left my mind intact. I can dream, I can wonder, I can lament. Outwardly: dumbly, I shamble about, a thing that could never have been known as human, a thing whose shape is so alien a travesty that humanity becomes more obscene for the vague resemblance. Inwardly: alone.
I have no mouth. And I must scream.

S.O.S... Help... S.O.S... Help... S.O.S... Help... S.O.S... Help...
Joe Hanlon tapping Morse Code with his head, Johnny Got His Gun

We concede our loss to you, Brockton Bay. As per my agreement with Miss Amelia, we’ll be leaving your fascinating city. It was fun.
Don’t worry about Cherish. She’s sleeping somewhere at the bottom of the bay. Bonesaw was kind enough to crank up her receptive range toward negative emotions and remove her filters. The girl will personally experience every awful feeling Brockton Bay’s inhabitants do- and with the benefit of Alan’s tech, she’ll get to do it for a very, very, very long time.
A departure marked not with a bang, but a whimper. I’m sure you understand.
Yours truly,
Jack Slash's note to the inhabitants of Brockton Bay, Worm

I am Susejo of Choi, or I was, and I have been here for a very, very long time. Longer than you can imagine... but who knows? Perhaps you will not have to imagine it. Perhaps you will survive. You entertain me. I expect you will be with us for some time.

Nothing can compare with the horror of being condemned to solitude for all eternity. The word, of course, is beyond our comprehension. When you return home, try lying down in a dark room, so that no sound or ray of light reaches you, and close your eyes and imagine that you will go on like that, in utter silence, without any, without even the slightest change, for a day and night, and then for another day; imagine that weeks, months, years, even centuries will go by. Imagine, furthermore, that your brain has been subjected to a treatment that makes escape into madness impossible. The thought of a person condemned to such torment, in comparison with which all the images of hell are a trifle...

    Live-Action TV 

I can feel you, you know, the real you. Beating at the inside of your skull... screaming to get out.
Alfred Bester, Babylon 5

Good news, mother. The doctor said your stroke has left you completely paralyzed. You can't even speak. Which means all our secrets will be safe forever. Oh, here's the best part. Your brain is functioning normally. So I don't have to worry about putting you in jail. You're already there. Now, I'm gonna turn your head, so you can watch me walk away. You don't wanna miss it, 'cause it's the last time you will ever see me.
Orson Hodge, Desperate Housewives

Technology using the one thing a Dalek can't do - touch. Sealed inside your casing. Not feeling anything, ever. From birth to death, locked inside a cold metal cage, completely alone. That explains your voice....no wonder you scream.
The Tenth Doctor, Doctor Who, "Doomsday"

He's never going to walk again. Or speak, or eat - except through a straw. Blind in both eyes, deaf in both ears, almost every bone in his body broken. Who does that to a person? What kind of man?
Sophia Jacksman, Jekyll

Q: Well now that you've shuffled off the mortal coil, we're free to spend a little time together.
Picard: A little time together? How much?
Q: Eternity.

For your sins, Madame La Laurie, you are damned to live forever. To never know the release of sweet death. To never reunite with loved ones in the realm beyond. But instead to be alone, sealed up in your unmarked grave for all eternity, listening to the world go on around you, even until that world is no more.
Marie Laveau, American Horror Story: Coven


When I woke up, I was alone
In a room painted black
I couldn't hear anything, I couldn't see anything
I shivered alone in the darkness
"Sinful boy
From now and all of eternity
It is impossible for you to leave this room."
Irregular, Re_Birthday

Darkness / Imprisoning me
All that I see / Absolute horror
I cannot live / I cannot die
Trapped in myself / Body my holding cell
Landmine has taken my sight
Taken my speech / Taken my hearing
Taken my arms / Taken my legs
Taken my soul / Left me with life in Hell
Metallica, "One"

    Tabletop Games 

The meat on the table in front of me can't hear himself, can't feel his vocal cords tearing from the strain of screaming. He can't see anything. He can't feel. He thinks he's dead. I know. I decide to jack into his auditory nerve, giving him a final message before I turn the lights out. I'm doing this to you, I say. I'm going to do it to your bosses when I catch them. Your people tortured me, and now I'm paying back in full. I've been following them in the Net. Most of my captors went on to bigger things; I like that, because they've got more to lose now. All of them are augmented in some way: I can see the information in the chips in their brains in the Net. Through the Net, I can access these chips; the chips give me access to their brains. After a little reprogramming, I burn out the chip and the surrounding brain cells. They'll live. They just won't be able to feel anything.
I cut the link. Should I cut his throat? No. I'll sit here and listen to him.
Mage: The Ascension - Tradition Book: Virtual Adepts

    Video Games 

A spirit trapped within a tree, no mouth to scream or eyes to see. A cage of bark, a prison of wood. A thing of rage where nature stood.
The Grand Oak on the Sylvans, Dragon Age: Origins

She cannot see into your mind, but perhaps you can see into hers. A life of waking up from one nightmare, only to find yourself deep in another. I will set her free.
Paxton Fettel, F.E.A.R.

Reflections of despair, of wailing souls, of shackles colder and more immutable than any forged by man, of a world of thirsts that can never be quenched... His enslavement to this throne while still a man, the years of watching misery and horror and growing ever more numb to it. The seep of his own humanity, the slow growth of a new thing altogether which became that what he is now. His is an existence with no possibility of redemption, no end.
— The story of the Lord of the Dead, King's Quest VI: Heir Today, Gone Tomorrow

Rest. A body is needed for sleep. Flesh and bones are required to recline. No, child, all I may do is watch and remember, ceaselessly conscious as this wretched world's history unfolds. Ghastly past, insufferable future, are they one and the same? Am I always here?
Ariel, Legacy of Kain: Soul Reaver

Do you know the biggest lesson I learned from what you did? I discovered I have a sort of black box quicksave feature. In the event of a catastrophic failure, the last two minutes of my life are preserved for analysis. I was able - well, forced really - to relive you killing me. Again. And again. Forever. You know, if you'd done that to somebody else, they might devote their entire existence to exacting revenge.
GLaDOS, Portal 2 note 

You seem to hear something in this unit.
— Description of Energy Splitter, obtained by sucking up Eddie, Rockman 4 Minus Infinity

"Oh, and forget about your old SAVE file. It's gone forever. But don't worry! Your ole pal Flowey has worked out a replacement for you. I'll SAVE over your own death, so you can watch me tear you to bloody pieces over... and over... and over..."
Flowey, before he becomes Photoshop Flowey and fulfills that promise, Undertale

    Visual Novels 

The water is dripping into the corpses' mouths. The slightly open mouths take in the water, and it must have been like that for many years as the lips are swollen and rotten, and the jaws are decomposing on some. But they’re alive. These things that can only be seen as corpses, these things that used to have human shape, are still quite alive.

A gasp can be heard from the nearest coffin gasps. An eye drops off as the corpse inside turns its neck, and it tries to speak in a voice that's not even a voice.
Fate/stay night: Fate Route, describing the other Grail Fire survivors, stuck in a basement to have their souls drained

    Web Comics 

I think he'd rather cast a translocation spell between your blood and a vat of acid while sustaining just enough of your consciousness in a state of unlife so that you'd be able to experience the impossible pain of it before being driven insane as a fully aware yet dead corpse rotting in the cold ground forever...
Black Mage, 8-Bit Theater

    Real Life 

Dot wept silently but talked coherently. "He had been laughing at breakfast, joshing me. Then he was in a coma, stroke. I think he knew what was happening." Next to being blind, this struck me as the worst that could happen to anyone: to be trapped deaf, dumb, blind in a motionless body. Three days later he died.
Gore Vidal, Palimpsest