Amy: I had something I wanted to tell him. Stuff always gets in the way. Canton: Stuff does that.

The Doctor: I've seen bigger. Clara: Really? The Doctor: Are you joking? It's massive!

There's something really cool about scaring children. Traumatize a generation, that's what it's all about.

See the bowtie? I wear it and I don't care. That's why it's cool.

There's something that doesn't make sense. Let's go and poke it with a stick.

I'll be a story in your head. But that's OK. We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh? Because it was, you know; it was the best.

I can't see what's wrong about assuming intelligence in your audience and what's bad news about being rewarded for assuming that.

You don’t just give up. You don’t just let things happen. You make a stand! You say no! You have the guts to do what’s right, even when everyone else just runs away.

An awful lot of storytelling isn't really about making people understand - it's about making people care.

Demons run when a good man goes to war.

What's the point of being a grown-up if you don't get to be immature?

People wonder when you're allowed to call yourself a writer. I think maybe the answer is when you recognize that is work." - Nina MacLaughlin, 'With Compliments

If there is heaven then there must be hell too, don't think that The God is merciful, he didn't create hell for himself.

The best thing about series TV is that everyone you work with is hand-picked, as compared to working on a film.

Most people want to make maximum money for minimum work, and that does not result in a happy life. Work does not become an active force to advance your awareness into higher states.

Men. One minute they have their tongues down your throat and the next they're forbidding you from meeting your own father and criticizing your fashion choices.

Speaking of the motto of the New York Times, "All the news that's fit to print:" It is hard to think of any group of seven words that have aroused more newspaper controversy.

This could only happen in a technical college.

This new condition, this unwilled silence, had fallen over him ten days ago. The day Cass had gone into the hospital. The day she had fallen into a coma.

Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.

Every day that is born into the world comes like a burst of music and rings the whole day through, and you make of it a dance, a dirge, or a life march, as you will.