Demons run when a good man goes to war Night will fall and drown the sun When a good man goes to war Friendship dies and true love lies Night will fall and the dark will rise When a good man goes to war Demons run, but count the cost The battle’s won, but the child is lost.
There’s something that doesn’t make sense. Let’s go and poke it with a stick.
Bow ties are cool.
The universe is big, it’s vast and complicated, and ridiculous. And sometimes, very rarely, impossible things just happen and we call them miracles. And that’s the theory. Nine hundred years, never seen one yet, but this would do me.
We’re all stories, in the end.
The Doctor: Don’t blink. Don’t even blink. Blink and you’re dead. Don’t turn your back. Don’t look away. And don’t blink.
Reinette: One may tolerate a world of demons for the sake of an angel.
The Doctor: Doctor Song, you’ve got that face on again. River: What face? The Doctor: The “He’s hot when he’s clever” face. River: This is my normal face. The Doctor: Yes it is. River: Oh, shut up. The Doctor: Not a chance.
You want weapons? We’re in a library! Books! The best weapons in the world!
You don’t want to take over the universe. You wouldn’t know what to do with it beyond shout at it.
Rule 1: The Doctor lies.
Never run when you’re scared. Rule 7.
See the bowtie? I wear it and I don’t care. That’s why it’s cool.