I Would Rather Be Confused For 10

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

Wilf: God Bless The Cactuses! The Doctor: That's Cacti. Alien: And That's Racist!

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.

What Rose Brings To The Doctor’s Life Is Completion. It’s Completing A Circle – He’s Male, He’s Alien, He’s A Traveler. Between The Two Of Them Together They Complement Each Other And Discover Each Other. And Are In Love With Each Other – Absolutely, Unashamedly, Unreservedly.

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.