"If you were not my father, O ever-living Tisroc", said Rabadash, grinding his teeth, "I should say that was the word of a coward."
"And if you were not my son, O most inflammable Rabadash", replied his father, "your life would be short and your death slow when you had said it."
"Now's not the time for 'why'. I like this void. This evil, simple world. Just pain. Over and over again. No reason, no end, no in-between. You can't even pass out. We shut down everything that stands between you and blinding, searing pain."
— Bennett, Dollhouse
There were times when it went on and on until the cruel, wicked, unforgivable thing seemed to him not that the guards continued to beat him but that he could not force himself into losing consciousness. There were times his nerve so forsook him that he began shouting for mercy even before the beating began, when the mere sight of a fist drawn back for a blow was enough to make him pour forth a confession of real and imaginary crimes... Sometimes he was beaten till he could hardly stand, then flung like a sack of potatoes onto the stone floor of a cell, left to recuperate for a few hours, and then taken out and beaten again.
— George Orwell, describing Winston Smith being put through hell at the Ministry of Love, 1984
What secrets are you plotting? Pain? Is that it? Is that all you have to offer me? Well, yes, it does open secrets. Some secrets, some mouths. What have you planned for me? Ah, I see. Well, if you must. I won't welcome it. What will it be? Eyes? Genitals? The gaps between my toes and fingers? First, you should know-
Mhh. Quite the expert, your little man. Quite the expert. He's done this before, hasn't he? No, wait, I-Nhhhhghhh!
Beloved Terra! Ahh. Shit. Nhh. That little bastard. Let me finish, please! Let me finish what I was saying. Please? Yes?
All right, then. This won't work. This simply won't work. Because I'm telling you it won't.
I will not tell you anything. It doesn't matter what you do to me, really it doesn't. Burn me all you like, my mouth is shut.
Because that's all he asks of us. The only thing. I can tell you who I am, and who I was, but I can't - I won't -betray his confidence.
Oh shit! Holy fire! Bastard!
What? What? Ask what you like. Burn me again, if you must.
"I am somewhat proud of this. To be sure, the White Christ never suffered so long or so terribly as did this traitor. Three days on a tree, hardly enough time for a prelude. When it came to visiting agony, the Romans were hobbyists."
— Mab, referring to her work in The Dresden Files.
First Legionary: Ce qu'ils [deserteurs] meritent, c'est quoi? (What they [deserters] deserve, that's what?)
Second Legionary: La croix. (The cross)
— Astérix in Corsica
I shall enjoy dissecting your brain, Ms. Kyle.
— Hugo Strange, Batman: Arkham City
I'm sorry, Cowboy. They broke me.
— Chatter Telephone, Toy Story 3
"That night, I called him (read: Terashima) deliberately... like with all the persons who had a relationship with Oniisama... It's so intresting! Just by punishing them for one night and taking pictures, all of them got scared and became strange..."
— Sakurako Saiki, Sakura Gari.
"Torture has never been a reliable means of extracting information. It is ultimately self-defeating as a means of control, and so one wonders why it is still practiced. The only possible reason must be... pleasure."
—Capt. Jean-Luc Picard, Star Trek: The Next Generation, "Chain of Command: Part II"
I have seen men butchered in battle, falling to their knees in a sea of corpses, screaming and clawing at red stumps. The sight of this dark place is worse.
— The Barbarian on the Halls of Agony, Mad King Leoric's torture chambers, Diablo III
"Listen kid, I'm not gonna bullshit you, all right? I don't give a good fuck what you know, or don't know, but I'm gonna torture you anyway regardless. Not to get information. It's amusing to me, to torture a cop. You can say anything you want cause I've heard it all before. All you can do is pray for a quick death... which you ain't gonna get."
— Mr. Blonde, Reservoir Dogs