I Saw The Fall Of Troy! World

I Dread The Day I Leave [doctor Who], Because Then I'll Have To Go Back To Writing Bedrooms And Offices And Pubs. And Maybe A Field, If I'm Lucky.

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.

Anything Works, As Long As You Write It Properly.

Harriet Jones: Did You Notice When They Fart, If You'll Pardon The Word, It Doesn't Just Smell Like A Fart, If You'll Pardon The Word, It's Something Else. What Is It? It's More Like, Um... Rose Tyler: Bad Breath. Harriet Jones: That's It! The Doctor: Calcium Decay. Now That Narrows It Down!.. Calcium Phosphate. Organic Calcium. Living Calcium. Creatures Made Out Of Living Calcium. What Else - What Else? Hyphenated Surnames. Yes! That Narrows It Down To One Planet! Raxacoricofallapatorius! Mickey Smith: [sarcastically] Oh Yeah, Great! We Can Write 'em A Letter.

Writing Isn't Just A Job That Stops At Six Thirty... It's A Mad, Sexy, Sad, Scary, Ruthless, Joyful, And Utterly, Utterly Personal Thing. There's Not The Writer And Then Me; There's Just Me. All Of My Life Connects To The Writing. All Of It.