Rose Tyler: Can't You Come Through Properly?

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.

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.

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.

In The End I Sort Of Though We Created A Companion Who Was So Alive And Dynamic And So Wedded To The Doctor That You’d Need A Whole Universe To Contain Her In. The Only Way To Get Rid Of Her Is To Send Her Into A Parallel World From Which She Can Never Return; Otherwise She Would Stay With The Doctor Forever.

You’re Far More Likely To See A Naked Woman Than A Naked Man. It’s Only [seen As] Rude Because The Rest Of Television Is Rather Tame – It Doesn’t Actually Talk About Sex And Our Bodies And How We Feel About Them. I’m Not Out To Shock.