We pick up the pieces, Donna. Some of them are broken.
If he speaks again without me knowing who he is, I will throw him out of the window. And I won't open it first.
Have you noticed we can breathe in here too? Gosh, I wouldn't have picked up on that.
Chaos claims the unwary or the incomplete. A true man may flinch away its embrace, if he is stalwart, and he girds his soul with the armour of contempt.
But my patience isn't limitless... unlike my authority.
I was there, the day that Horus killed the Emperor