“Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.”
— William Ernest Henley, Invictus
Geoffrey: You chivalric fool! As if it matters how you fall!
Richard: When the fall is all there is, it matters.
Here's a good tactic to put the evil mastermind off side. When you've been captured and are about to be subjected to the inevitable megalomaniacal evil villain monologue, taunt the villain! Rattle off a list of how incompetent and stupid he is, and how all his plans are pathetic, and how his underlings are ripping off his evil villain employee pension plan behind his back.
Even better if you can keep this rant up for a good five minutes without letting the villain get a word in edgeways. We guarantee that your GM will be impressed with your roleplaying skills.
There will be times when a officer will find the limitless hosts of the enemies of man arrayed against him, when all hopes for victory fade away to leave them confronted with the bitter truth of their own mortality. Perhaps it could have been avoided, but perhaps not, know that this galaxy despises man and his works, and in such a dark place and dark time, the only victory possible is over one's own despair. The commander must reach deep into his own soul, and the souls of his men, and find the most terrible and potent weapon in his arsenal - devotion to the Emperor, defiance unto death, face the enemy in their multitude with fire in your heart and a prayer on your lips! Your deaths are your own, and thus do you deny the enemy his victory.
— The Tactica Imperialis, Warhammer 40,000
Though far outnumbered let us show us brave,
And for their thousand blows deal one deathblow!
What though before us lies the open grave?
Like men we'll face the murderous, cowardly pack,
Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!
— Claude McKay, "If We Must Die"
Driven mad by Caesar's victory at Hoover Dam, and unable to escape his memories, Boone staged a suicide mission against the Legate. Fighting as he wished he would've fought on the day of his wife's death, he brought down scores of Legionaries before being caught. Before his crucifixion, he was brought before the Legate, who expressed his admiration for Boone's reckless abandon. Boone spat tobacco in his eye, for all of Caesar's armies to see.
—One possible ending for Craig Boone, Fallout: New Vegas
Syrzan, Illitilich: What an idiot you were to return. You knew you were no match for me.
Pharaun Mizzrym: Stop preening. You look ridiculous. This isn't your pathetic dream world. This is reality, where I'm a prince of a great city and you're just a sort of mollusk, and a dead, putrid one at that.
— Dissolution (War Of The Spider Queen)
We are not your slaves.
Amon: Tell me where the Avatar is and I will let you keep your bending.
Lin Beifong: I won't tell you anything, you monster.
—The Legend of Korra, Turning the Tides
Stonefur: [When asked to kill Stormpaw and Featherpaw] You'll have to kill me first!
Towards thee I roll, thou all-destroying but unconquering whale; to the last I grapple with thee; from hell's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee.
— Captain Ahab, Moby-Dick
They have nothing in their whole imperial arsenal that can break the spirit of one Irishman who doesn't want to be broken.
— Bobby Sands
Skrull: Swear allegiance to the new skrull empire: Share magic again. Or stay proud and die.
John the Skrull: Terms and conditions apply. Here, General Eccentric, is there a place for silliness in your fascist dreamworld, sir? Got anything for me?
Oh, what is death, but parting breath?
On many's the bloody plain
I've dar'd his face, and in this place,
I'll scorn him yet again!
So farewell, light, and sunshine bright
And all beneath the sky;
May coward's shame disdain the name
O' the wretch that dares not die!
— MacPherson's Lament
Hougen: Go on, do it! Start crying for help! If you do, I'll put you out of your misery faster!
John: Nobody...nobody would ever beg to lowlife scum like you. I refuse.
Frollo: Your time has come, gypsy. You stand upon the brink of the abyss. Yet even now, it is not too late. I can save you from the flames of this world and the next. Choose me or the fire!
Esmeralda: *spits into his smug face and gives the mother of all Death Glares*
—Giles Corey, while being crushed to death for refusal to plead during the Salem Witch Trials.
I do not fear you.
Kratos: A choice from the gods is as useless as the gods themselves.
Zeus: Even now, as you draw your last breath, you continue to defy me?!
Is that the best you can do, you pansies?
—Marv after surviving his first burst from the electric chair.