Here again, I saw life in all its noisy excitement passing me by.

What an unbearable sorrow it would be, to realized I'd never really tasted to things I'd eaten, or seen the places I'd been. What life would I have? I would be like the dancer who had practiced since childhood for a performance she would never give.

Sometimes," he sighed, "I think the things I remember are more real than the things I see.

Nothing is as bleak as the future, except the past.

Here's the thing: this eel spends its entire life trying to find a home, and what do you think women have inside them? Caves, where the eels like to live...when they find a cave they like, the wriggle around inside it for a while to be sure that...well, to be sure it's a nice cave, I suppose. And when they've made up their minds that it's comfortable, they mark the cave as their territory...by spitting.

I don't think any of us can speak frankly about pain until we are no longer enduring it.

Finally the homeless eel marked its territory, I suppose, and the Doctor lay heavily upon me, moist with sweat.