Because every time you see them happy you remember how sad they’re going to be. And it breaks your heart. Because what’s the point in them being happy now if they’re going to be sad later. The answer is, of course, because they a re going to be sad later.

Madge: I don’t know why I keep shouting at them.The Doctor: Because every time you see them happy you remember how sad they’re going to be. And it breaks your heart. Because what’s the point in them being happy now if they’re going to be sad later. The answer is, of course, because they are...

Well we’ve moved through the funfair a bit – we’ve done the rollercoaster, now we’re on the ghost train.

The universe is big, its vast and complicated, and ridiculous. And sometimes, very rarely, impossible things just happen and we call them miracles. And that’s the theory. Nine hundred years, never seen one yet, but this would do me.

River Song: Right then. I have questions, but number one is this – what in the name of sanity have you got on your head? The Doctor: It’s a fez. I wear a fez now. Fezzes are cool.

It’s a funny thing about stories. It doesn’t feel like you make them up, more like you find them. You type and type and you know you haven’t got it yet, because somewhere out there, there’s that perfect thing — the unexpected ending that was always going to happen. That place you’ve always been heading...

Never knowingly be serious. Rule 27.

The Doctor: Just had a fall. All the way down there, right to the library. Heck of a climb back up.Amelia: You’re soaking wet. The Doctor: I was in the swimming pool. Amelia: You said you were in the library. The Doctor: So was the swimming pool.

Rule 1: The Doctor lies.

Angel Bob: Doctor? Excuse me, hello, Doctor? Angel Bob here, sir. The Doctor: Ah, there you are, Angel Bob. How’s life? Sorry, bad subject. Angel Bob: The Angels are wondering what you hope to achieve. The Doctor: Achieve? We’re not achieving anything. We’re just hanging, it’s nice in here: consoles; comfy chairs; a forest… how’s...

Rose: Look at you, beaming away like you’re Father Christmas!The Doctor: Who says I’m not, red-bicycle-when-you-were-twelve?Rose: [shocked] What?The Doctor: And everybody lives, Rose! Everybody lives! I need more days like this! Go on, ask me anything; I’m on fire!

The Doctor: Oh, now what’s this, then? I love this. A big, flashy-lighty thing. That’s what brought me here. Big, flashy-lighty things have got me written all over them. Not actually, but give me time… and a crayon.

Third Doctor: A straight line may be the shortest distance between two points, but it is by no means the most interesting

Rory: Amy. I’m gonna need a little help here.Amy: Just stop it!Rory: Just think it through, this will work. This will kill the Angels.Amy: it will kill you too.Rory: Will it? River said that this place would be erased from time, never existed. If this place never existed what did I fall off?Amy: You think...

Never trust a hug. It’s just a way to hide your face.

E’ difficile parlare dell’importanza di un eroe immaginario.Ma gli eroi sono importanti. Gli eroi ci dicono qualcosa di noi stessi. I libri di storia ci dicono cosa siamo soliti essere, i documentari ci dicono chi siamo ora, ma gli eroi ci dicono chi vogliamo essere.E molti dei nostri eroi mi deprimono.Quando hanno creato questo particolare...

Never ignore a coincidence. Unless you’re busy, in which case, always ignore a coincidence.

Think you’ve seen it all? Think again. Outside those doors, we might see anything. We could find new worlds, terrifying monsters, impossible things. And if you come with me… nothing will ever be the same again!

I don’t know. I can’t tell the future I just work there.

The only water in the forest is the River.

I know that David Tennant’s Hamlet isn’t till July. And lots of people are going to be doing Dr Who in Hamlet jokes, so this is just me getting it out of the way early, to avoid the rush…”To be, or not to be, that is the question. Weeelll…. More of A question really. Not...

You know when sometimes you meet someone so beautiful, and then you actually talk to them, and five minutes later they’re dull as a brick. But then there’s other people, and you meet them and you think ‘not bad, they’re okay’, and then you get to know them, and their face sort of becomes them,...

In the Vortex that lies beyond time and space tumbled a police box that was not a police box.

Great men are forged in fire. It is the privilege of lesser men to light the flame.

I’m not impossible,just a bit unlikely

Doctor Who: You want weapons? We’re in a library. Books are the best weapon in the world. This room’s the greatest arsenal we could have. Arm yourself!(from Tooth and Claw in Season 2)

Tea! That’s all I needed! Good cup of tea! Super-heated infusion of free-radicals and tannin, just the thing for healing the synapses.

Naismith: The Gate was found inside a spaceship buried at the foot of Mount Snowden. It was moved to an institute known as Torchwood. But when Torchwood fell…. Let’s just say I acquired it.The Master: I like you.Naismith: Thank you.The Master: You’d taste great-Doctor Who

The Master: Fifty seconds and counting.The Doctor: To what?The Master: Oh ho ho. You’re gonna love this.The Doctor: What is it? Hypnotism? Mind control? You’re grafting your thoughts inside them. Is that it?The Master: Oh no, that’s way too easy. No no no. They’re not going to think like me. They’re going to become me.Donna:...

Everything about me is pretty and a lot of it is shrewd. So I had a pretty shrewd idea what was going on.

I raised an alluring eyebrow. Alluringly.

Gonna have to give myself a mental enema when we get back to the TARDIS.

Lewis Carroll. He was an odd one. Real name was Charles Lutwidge Dodgson. Completely denied having anything to do with the Alice books. Daft as a brush. You’d have liked him!

What kind of person actually sits down and decides that no one should be allowed to end a sentence with a preposition? Not even decide what ideas you should or shouldn’t talk about, but to actually make rules about what order to put your words in… It’s such an amazing kind of petty tyranny.

My friends,” he began, and one thumb securely hooked itself in his waistcoat pocket while his other hand hung at his side ready for a battery of theatrical gestures.

He wondered if today was that day, if he’d wake up different, wake up someone else who remembered him fondly. A new Doctor. He wondered if he’d approve. Would he be more gentle? That might not be so bad. More vengeful? He hoped not. Maybe he’d be a girl. That was distantly possible. Never been...

If I could describe myself, I’d say that I am a poetic gerd. (A geek and nerd combo) I love Shakespeare and romance, but sci-fi and action have a big slice of my heart. When I meet a man who can quote some Hitchcock out of thin air, do a perfect ”Timey Whimey” impression, play...

Yes, he likes Alphie. Though he prefers Stormegedan Dark Ruler of all

Doctor: ‘I am not a hero.”Robin Hood: ‘Well, neither am I, but if we both keep pretending to be, perhaps others will be heroes in our name. Perhaps we will both be stories and may those stories never end.

When I was your age — about, ooh, a thousand years ago — I loved a good bedtime story. The Three Little Sontarans. The Emperor Dalek’s New Clothes. Snow White and the Seven Keys to Doomsday, eh? All the classics.

Really, awfully, terribly, I had a sudden attack of hiccups. I was staring at the Doctor, murderously angry with him. And hiccuping…’That’s it. I’m going down there. I’m offering myself to them instead. If you’re too much of a coward.’The Doctor winced at that last word.I hiccuped again.’Amy Pond,’ he said. ‘Try holding your breath.”I...

Don’t get me started on the whole Doctor-Amy-Rory thing. It’s kind of like… I dunno. Suppose you’d always fancied Ryan Reynolds. That’s fine, yeah. You meet someone else, who is maybe not Ryan Reynolds, but perhaps he’s got the same goofy smile. And you think, ‘Yeah, that’s it, I’m happy.’ Then Ryan Reynolds himself roars...

Now here’s Amy Pond, standing in the freezing ocean, holding the body of her imaginary friend, and shouting at the sea to make him better.Yeah. If only my therapists could see me now.

You see, there’s a drill:1. I [Amy] will say ‘Right then, let’s go and rescue him [Rory].’2. The Doctor will say ‘Ah yes, but…’3. And then he’ll list the fourteen things that we have to do before we resuce Rory4. And why they’re all more important than rescuing Rory5. The list normally includes wounded puppies6....

I’ve lost the TARDIS as well.’I [Amy] was outraged. Considering my husband was dying and we were stranded in the past, the Doctor seemed fairly calm about things. ‘Someone’s nicked it!”Not so much, no.’ The Doctor looked awkward. ‘There’s a mechanism… thingy. If the TARDIS senses a threat it removes itself from the scene. First...

The Doctor. He grabbed hold of Rory’s ankle, dragging him protesting out from under the table. ‘Rory!’ he grinned, wrapping him in an enourmous bear hug that squeezed the breath out of him. ‘I’ve been you!”Right,’ mumbled Rory.’You’ve had a gorgeous time, I bet.”Not… especially, no.’The Doctor stepped back, his eyes were wide and dancing....

This,’ whispered the Doctor to Romana, ‘is going to be like trying to find a book about needles in a room full of books about haystacks.

Rose wasn’t ‘ordinary’. What was I supposed to do? Wrap her in cotton wool? Tell her ‘Here, I could give you the universe, but I’m not going to in case you get hurt? There’s all this stuff out there, all these planets, all these wonders, but I want you to stay at home and work...

In a very real way, television is the new mythos. It defines the world, reinterprets it. The seasons do not change because Persephone goes underground. They change because new episodes air, because sweeps week demands conflagrations and ritual deaths. The television series rises slowly, arcs, descends into hiatus, and rises again with the bright, burning...

The clever people at CERN are smashing particles together in the hope that Doctor Who will turn up and tell them to stop