The best Quotes from I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream

Style, like taste, is resistant to lucid definition; however, both, as living things should be, are subject to constant change.

My style statement is to be myself! Because if you try to imitate someone else, you will end up feeling uncomfortable.

Fashion fades, only style remains the same.

One forges one's style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.

Forget about style; worry about results.

Fashions fade, style is eternal.

Fashion is over quickly. Style is forever.

Garen: "Show them our strength!"
Fiora: "What is strength without style?"

Don't try to dress like me or wear your hair like mine. Find your own style.

For me, style is all about confidence. What you wear, both in terms of clothing and jewellery, should add to your confidence.

Style is something very individual, very personal, and in their own unique way, I believe everyone is stylish.

Style, to me, is an extension of one's personality, a kind of self expression which is very personal. It is an expression of your moods, your personality.

Fashion and style are a language - they helps us communicate with each other in a creative way.

In matters of style, swim with the current; in matters of principle, stand like a rock.

Walk until the darkness is a memory, and you become the sun on the next traveler's horizon.

Humans had always been better at killing than any other living thing.

"And what if there's nothing in there?"
"You die and there's nothing beyond that. Nothing. Nothing remains. Someone might remember you for a little while after but not for long."

There's only one thing that can save a man from madness and that's uncertainty.

The number of places in paradise is limited; only in hell is entry open to all.

Do you know the parable about the frog in the cream? Two frogs landed in a pail of cream. One, thinking rationally, understood straight away that there was no point in resistance and that you can't deceive destiny. But then what if there's an afterlife – why bother jumping around, entertaining false hopes in vain? He crossed his legs and sank to the bottom. The second, the fool, was probably an atheist. And she started to flop around. It would seem that she had no reason to flail about if everything was predestined. But she flopped around and flopped around anyway . . . Meanwhile, the cream turned to butter. And she crawled out. We honour the memory of this second frog's friend, eternally damned for the sake of progress and rational thought.

There are some things that you don't want to do and you pledge to yourself that you won't do, you forbid yourself, and then suddenly they happen all by themselves. You don't even have time to think about them, and they don't make it to the cognitive centres of the brain: they just happen and that's it, and you're left just watching yourself with surprise, and convincing yourself that it wasn't your fault, it just happened all by itself.