Doctor Who: You Want Weapons? We're In

Anything Works, As Long As You Write It Properly.

Maybe That's When Bad Scripts Are Written, When You Choose The Theme First. I Consider That I've Something To Say When I've Thought Of A Person, A Moment, A Single Beat Of The Heart, That I Think Is True And Interesting, And Therefore Should Be Seen.

...the Very Word 'fiction' Implies Another World, Literally A Different Place, Whereas No One Claims That A Dedicated Sportsman Is Escaping His Life, Or A Chef Or A Nurse. But The Poor Writer - The Sci-fi One Especially - Is Seen As Running Away. Bollocks. This Is Real, For Me, And It's Tough, It's Fun, It's Practical, And It's Very, Very Important.

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)

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.