Peas baffled me. I could not understand why grown-ups would take things that tasted so good raw, and then put them in tins, and make them revolting.

The Doctor: Sorry, do you have a name? Idris: Seven hundred years and finally he asks. The Doctor: But what do I call you? Idris: I think you call me... Sexy? The Doctor: [embarrassed] Only when we're alone. Idris: We are alone. The Doctor: Oh. Come on then, Sexy.

Sometimes I wish that just solving the plot problems was enough. And then elves would go and do all the actual work moving the words around.

And if there's a moral there, I don't know what it is, save maybe that we should take our goodbyes whenever we can.

There are little pockets of old time in London, where things and places stay the same, like bubble in amber.

Most people don't realize how important librarians are. I ran across a book recently which suggested that the peace and prosperity of a culture was solely related to how many librarians it contained. Possibly a slight overstatement. But a culture that doesn't value its librarians doesn't value ideas and without ideas, well, where are we?

Anyone who calls you "little lady" has already excluded you from the set of people worth listening to.