There's Nothing Better Than A Party That

I Saw The Fall Of Troy! World War Five! I Was Pushing Boxes At The Boston Tea Party! Now I'm Gonna Die In A Dungeon.... [disgustedly] In Cardiff!

*throwing Bread Out Of Door* And Stay Out!

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.

There's One Tiny Little Gap In The Universe Left, Just About To Close. And It Takes A Lot Of Power To Send This Projection. I'm In Orbit Around A Supernova. I'm Burning Up A Sun Just To Say Good Bye.

Rose:i Love You Doctor:quite Right, And I Guess If It's My Last Chance To Say It... Rose Tyler... (the Doctor Fades, Him In His Tardis, With Tear Tracks And A Tear Running Down His Cheek)