Quotes / And I Must Scream

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    Anime & Manga 

So ended Kars, last and greatest of the Pillar Men. His body turned hard as rock, and he floated through space for the rest of time, never to return. He wished for death, but there was nothing out there to kill him. The spark of thought within him went dim... and then, silent.

    Comic Books 

Kryptonyte. a radioactive element lethal to the touch. Just being close to it — like I'm being held now — can be fatal. I'm screaming, but no sound comes out. I'm crying, but there are no tears. My skin is burning off, but there are no flames. All there is... All I am now... is the pain.
Supergirl, Supergirl Vol 6 #4

    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.

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

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

Inside me, I'm screaming and yelling and howling like a trapped animal... and nobody pays any attention. If I had arms, I could kill myself. If I had legs, I could run away. If I had a voice, I could talk and be some kind of company for myself. I could yell for help, but nobody would help me.
Joe Bonham, Johnny Got His Gun

I know of your visits to the tomb... The women have told me. They may not be able say anything, or move when you're there... but they remember everything you say to them... everything you do to them.


"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."

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.

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 could hurt you, like I do with most people. Hurt you while you’re looping through the same action, so you feel that pain over and over and over and over again. The only thing that doesn’t change is your brain. That keeps going. The pain is always fresh, it never gets easier to deal with, but I’m told there’s a certain point where you crack, and you go around the bend. Takes a few days for most. Then you get to a point where you work through your issues. You don’t want to, but you do, because the only thing you have to occupy yourself with is the pain and your own thoughts... so you get mostly better, and then you crack up again, and you get better, and that becomes a loop of its own...
Until well after the sun goes out, they think.
Gray Boy explaining his power, 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...

Timothy, as you can plainly see, is suffering from a marked excess of dermis. In other words, too much skin. His internal organs are similarly affected; heart, liver, lungs, intestines, what have you, all stretched to near-bursting. This accounts for the marked bulging of his torso. We keep Timmy in a constant state of complete sedation and hooked up to heart-lung machine. Its the only way his body can continue to operate in its present form.
I see most of you don't recognize poor Timothy, but you've no doubt heard of his exploits under his nom de superplume, the musclebound, nine-feet toil fuchsia force of nature known as The Humongous. In pre-Flux, days, Mr Tibbetts was a mild-mannered accountant with suppressed anger issues. Ordinarily, this would have presented no real worry, but the Flux physically externalized his rage, expanding his body mass into the indestructible , grunting horrorhero we all love. The thing is, when the rage ultimately subsides and escapes his body like air from a deflating balloon, what is left is a distorted, enlarged mass of muscle tissue and skin draped over a skeletal structure too puny and frail to handle it.
Timothy has begged for death several times now, but our government considers The Humongous a critical weapon in the War on Superterror. Frankly, his care and feeding are among the easier tasks you'll have.
SÜPER, by Corey Redekop

Beside Maulding hung Soter. His eyes were closed. His eyes were always closed, as were his ears and his mouth and his nostrils, all sewn shut by thick catgut, the same material that joined his arms to his body and his legs to each other. Imprisoned inside that still form was Soter's consciousness, trapped in a hell that resembled High Wood, for after a man had been through such suffering, there was little else that could be invented to torment him further. For Soter, Quayle did feel something like pity. Quayle was not human, even by the low standards of his profession, but some iota of humanity had infected him after all this time.

Don't panic, Morgan. You're safe. We're in your lab. Please don't struggle, because it won't do you any good. You've taken my life from me, Morgan, and now I've taken yours. I need you to try and understand what you've done to me. You're a selfish fucker, so I don't expect you'll grasp the full enormity of the hurt you've caused straight away, but you're a man with plenty of time now. I've done what I can to give you the perfect conditions in which to reflect. I hope you don't mind, but I've made a few body modifications of my own, just to help keep you focused. You'd be amazed if you could see what I've done to you, except, of course, you can't because I've taken out your eyes. And that split tongue of yours? Gone too. I didn't want you shouting out for help when you should be thinking. But the biggest change is your arms and legs. I've amputated them. Like you said once, nothing's going to grow back, but everything seems to have healed quite nicely. The door is sealed, and I doubt anyone will come looking down here for a long time. I'm going to end my life now, Morgan. See, I still have the power to do that. You, on the other hand, are stuck here forever with nothing to do but think about what you've done. Well, almost forever.
Almost Forever, by Daniel Moody

    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 LaLaurie, 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

Dr Gaines: Oh, I severed their vocal cords. A delicate procedure, but very doable.
Supernatural, "Hello Cruel World"

Claire: They put him in a box.
Mr Hyde: Yeah. They put him in a box. Couldn't figure it out at first. Didn't make any sense. They didn't give him any drugs, I'd have felt that. Just one big shot of adrenaline, that's all. But you know what? They didn't have to give him drugs. He was claustrophobic - all they needed. His biggest nightmare come true: buried alive in a big steel box, wired up to keep him fully alert, completely aware of every passing second. Can you imagine? Afraid of the dark with your eyes pinned open? Wouldn't you just die? That's how they killed him: they drove him mad, Mrs Jackman. They drove him out of my head. They put him in a box.

Detective: Just changed the time settings - cranked him up to a thousand years a minute. There's a proper sentence... or do you want me to switch him off?
Rolo: A couple of years back, the UN made it illegal to transfer human consciousnesses into limited formats like this - gotta be able to express at least five emotions for it to be humane. Human rights for Cookies! Right, Carrie?
Carrie: Monkey needs a hug.
Nish: [horrified] She's still in there?
But, of course, it was really the souvenirs that were driving trade. It was beautiful: every time you finished juicing him, out pops a conscious, sentient snapshot of Clayton! Not a recording, a true copy of his mind, perpetually experiencing that beautiful pain! Stuck forever in that one perfect moment of agony, always on, always suffering! And what you’d call... fun sized!


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

The interior of the tank was the Devil's abattoir: Holden, Habsmann and at least four other soldiers lay stretched out over the equipment, chairs, ammunition bins, walls, ceiling and floor. Their bodies had the consistency of warm tallow - drooping and limp. It was as if Satan had smeared them across Creation's face with his thumb. Five different intestines braided around each other and snaked through the interior like Christmas tinsel, while flayed flesh stretched over the walls. More shocking, perhaps, was that the soldiers had all been turned inside out, yet they still seemed to live. Organs pulsed and pumped their precious fluids while they hung from the recoil guard and lay draped over and around the chairs. The mewling came from the flattened faces of Holden and the others: with deflated mouths and vocal cords stretched like washed linen, they could do no more than cry and gurgle. Annunciation was a lost gift.
Vampire: The Masquerade - Clanbook: Tzimisce (Revised)

Humans infected by the Chulorviah are known as "the Enfolded." For a time, they retain their personalities and skills, but as the mind of the human fades, the alien instinct of the Chulorviah takes over. However, up until the last moment, these unfortunates remain vaguely aware of what is happening to them and how little the Chulorviah thinks of them. They know, until their minds blank out and they can do nothing but walk into the sea, that they are merely a vehicle and a manipulative device for a creature that should never have existed on Earth.
Mage: The Ascension - Infinite Tapestry

    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. Luckily, I'm a bigger person than that.
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

The Powers That Be: "You are the single biggest schmuck in all of Creation. You have found no joy in Heaven, and have known no pain in Hell. We are left with no choice but to reincarnate you as a rock. As the universe’s only sentient rock, you will be unable to to see, hear, smell, taste, or feel. You will be a thing of pure thought, unable to experience anything but your own, ever-increasing dementia. Have a nice day."
Afterlife, the story of Scegf0d the Ungrateful Angel (and later the Ungrateful Demon)

"Be sure to always watch your Condition. If it runs out, you won't die, but you will not be able to move. And if there is nobody left to help us... well, we'll be like that forever."
Peter, TinkerQuarry

    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 Original 

Kevin: I went into another dimension.
Luke: Well, shit.
Kevin: I don't think I'm dead, though.

I tried to scream but the mask was pressed so tightly against my face that it was my new face... and my new face had no mouth.
Jadusable, Ben Drowned

    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

Although I cannot move and I have to speak through a computer, in my mind I am free.