Rumpty!" he muttered, which was very rude if you were one of the few people in the universe who understood what it meant.

He's like fire and ice and rage. He's like the night, and the storm in the heart of the sun. He's ancient and forever. He burns at the center of time and he can see the turn of the universe. And... he's wonderful.

I don't think [Russell T Davies] sits up at night worrying about canonicity, except for the times when I'm pretty sure he does.

Distance is always helpful, and the fact that I'm a U.S. politics junkie helps a lot.

Rumpty!" he muttered, which was very rude if you were one of the few people in the universe who understood what it meant.

He'd actually done it! He leaned back into the microphone and whispered to the now silent cave: 'Come to the Cabaret!

It's not for me to share the meanings of others. I am only in charge of my own.