”There’s a crack in time in the wall of your bedroom. And it’s been eating away at your life for a long time now. Amy Pond. All alone. The Girl Who Didn’t Make Sense. How could I resist? That crack in your wall, all that time. The universe pouring into your head.”
I am the Bad Wolf. I create myself. I take the words. I scatter them … in time, and space.
"Why does anyone do anything? Because I’m bored. We were made for each other, Sherlock."
Irene: “You jealous?”
John: “We’re not a couple.”
Irene: “Yes, you are.”
John: “Who the hell knows about Sherlock Holmes? But, for the record, if anyone out there still cares, I’m not actually gay.”
Irene:”Well, I am. Look at the both of us.”