You want weapons? We´re in a library! Books! The best weapons in the world! This room´s the greatest arsenal we could have.

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

Why do humans never do as they're told? Someone should replace you all with robots. No, on second though, they shouldn't, bad idea.

Have you met the French? My...GOD they know how to party!

Don't interfere!" The Doctor silenced her angrily. "I cannot will my own destruction.

The Brigadier had no wish to shake hands with the improbable young man in the ridiculous frock-coat.

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

Our essence is change. We are movement. Being out of balance is life. Perfect balance. Stasis. That is death. Life yearns for perfection. Death is perfection.

[Amy] pulled a face. 'Honestly, when you grow up you'll learn you may as well try herding cats as keeping men in one place, ' she told me solemnly, which I vowed to remember.

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!

Do I look evil? I can't do evil. I can barely pull off dangerous.

Two-point-seven percent unemployment equates to -- everybody who wants to work is working. It equates to full employment.

He who seeks the Father more than anything He can give, is likely to have what he asks, for he is not likely to ask amiss.

We have made major reforms in Greece. When I took over after a landslide victory we had a mandate for change and I knew my major focus would be re-organizing the state.

You're shagging a woman who can turn into a dragon? Blast you, Charles, I am sick with envy!

When there's people on the other side of the room trying to wipe out your life and things are stacked against you, you can get nervous.

Let those who follow me continue to build with the plumb of honor, the level of truth, and the square of integrity, education, courtesy and mutuality.

Men are like the stars; some generate their own light while others reflect the brilliance they receive.

Not they who reject the gods are profane, but those who accept them.

Welcome out of the cave, my friend. It's a bit colder out here, but the stars are just beautiful.

This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons peas; And utters it again when God doth please: He is wit's pedler; and retails his wares.