We have a plan to top it. And I do think our plan is devastating. We’ve practically reduced our cast to tears telling them the plan … we’re probably more excited that we’ve ever been about Sherlock.

You know when sometimes you meet someone so beautiful — and then you actually talk with them, and five minutes later they're as dull as a brick. But then there's other people, and you meet them and you think: "Not bad, they're okay," and then you get to know them, and their face sort of becomes them, like their personality's written all over it; and they just — and they turn into something so beautiful.

People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but *actually* from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint - it's more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly... time-y wimey... stuff.

I don't want to think that the stories are finite; I want to feel that they can go on forever.

See the bowtie? I wear it and I don't care. That's why it's cool.

If anyone said to me 'invent a new monster so we can sell more toys', I'd kick them out of my office.

Between the marriages, I shagged my way round television studios like a mechanical digger.