Tomorrow may be hell, but today was a good writing day, and on the good writing days nothing else matters.

Idris: Are all people like this? The Doctor: Like what? Idris: So much bigger on the inside.

So," he asked. "How's death?" "Hard," she said. "It just keeps going.

What are these fundamental principles, if they are not atoms?" "Stories. And they give me hope.

We...we could be friends.' We COULD be rare specimens of an exotic breed of dancing African elephants, but we're not. At least, I'M not.

Talk is free but the wise man chooses when to spend his words.

Does it make you feel big to make a little boy cry?