I think there should be an Occupy Gallifrey. Because 0.000001% of the people have 99.99999% of the Time.

I really don't know what "I love you" means. I think it means "Don't leave me here alone.

Go, and make interesting mistakes, make amazing mistakes, make glorious and fantastic mistakes. Break rules. Leave the world more interesting for your being here.

You’re alive. That means you have infinite potential. You can do anything, make anything, dream anything.

Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.

The one thing that you have that nobody else has is you. Your voice, your mind, your story, your vision. So write and draw and build and play and dance and live as only you can.

There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.

You have to finish things - that's what you learn from, you learn by finishing things.

People think dreams aren't real just because they aren't made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.

Google can bring you back 100,000 answers. A librarian can bring you back the right one.

Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.

There is power and there is power, my dear. My power can be vast, in the right places.

Be noble minded! Our own heart, and not other men's opinions of us, forms our true honor.

Killing flowers for our own happiness is a wrong attitude, it is a wrong culture! We must change this attitude and abolish this culture! Let the flowers live!

It only takes a second to call a girl fat and She'll take a lifetime trying to starve herself.. think before you act.

I am the beneficiary of a lucky break in the genetic sweepstakes.

When the facts change, I change my mind.

Altruism is written in everlasting and resplendent character on the Cross of Christ, and it was at Calvary that the centre of life was shifted from selfishness to sacrifice.

Music... is the shaping of the invisible.

In the mind of a woman for whom no place is home the thought of an end to all flight is unbearable.

Even if you can't sing well, sing. Sing to yourself. Sing in the privacy of your home. But sing.