Touched by her fingers, the two surviving chocolate people copulate desperately, losing themselves in a melting frenzy of lust, spending the last of their brief borrowed lives in a spasm of raspberry cream and fear.

I love mythic stuff. I love playing with gods, I love playing with myths. A lot of it has to do with that they're the basic places stories come from. They're the clay that you make the bricks out of.

I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies.

Amy: This time can we... lose the bunk beds? The Doctor: No Bunk beds are cool, a bed with a ladder, you can't beat that!

When I was young I was a fool. So wrap me up in dreams and death.

You hurt. It's okay. I hurt too. Hold my hand.

Love me when I least deserve it, because that’s when I really need it.