Anything Works, As Long As You Write

I Would Rather Be Confused For 10 Minutes Than Bored For 5 Seconds.

Daleks: [simultaneously] Exterminate! Exterminate! [they Fire Their Weapons, None Of Which So Much As Touch The Doctor] The Doctor: Is That It? Useless! Nul Points! [to Rose And Jack] It's All Right, You Can Come Out; That Forcefield Can Hold Back Anything! Jack Harkness: Almost Anything. [pause] The Doctor: Yes, But I Wasn't Going To Tell Them That. Thanks.

I Am The Bad Wolf. I Create Myself. I Take The Words. I Scatter Them... In Time, And Space. A Message To Lead Myself Here.

Steven Wrote To Me Today, Saying, 'don't You Feel Like Sticking Your Head Out Of The Window And Yelling, "i Don't Know What I'm Doing!!!"' Yes, Absolutely. Solidarity. Fear Is Always The Same. Different Worries With Different Scripts, But The Same Baseline Fear.

I Hate The Idea That I Have To Represent Any Particular Section Of Society; I Just Write Good Telly, That's All.