Quotes: And I Must Scream
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
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
From now and all of eternity
It is impossible for you to leave this room."
"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."
"You're gonna wish you could die."
— The Killer, Midnight Movie
"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."
"I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound came out."
"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."
"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?"
"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."
"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?"
"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."
"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."
"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."
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.
"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."
"You seem to hear something in this unit."
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.
— James Lileks, The Gallery of Regrettable Food
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.
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:
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.
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.
"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."
I can feel you, you know, the real you. Beating at the inside of your skull...screaming to get out.