Rain In The Graveyard, And The World

In Ten Years Time I’ll Be… (dead) Sixty.

And Sometimes When You Fall... You Fly...

I Do Not Threaten, I Merely Advise Caution.

Idris: Are All People Like This? The Doctor: Like What? Idris: So Much Bigger On The Inside.

Richard Opened His Hand, And The Key Stared Up At Him From His Palm. "by My Crooked Teeth," Asked Richard, Remembering, "who Am I?