i thought... well, i started to think you were just a madman with a box.

fish fingers and custard.

because you were the first. the first face this face saw, and you're seared onto my hearts. amelia pond, and you always will be. i'm running to you, and rory, before you fade from me.

what if you were really old, and really kind and lonely, your whole race dead. what couldn't you do then? if you were that old, and that kind, and the very last of your kind, you couldn't just stand there and watch children cry.

in bed above we're deep asleep, while greater love lies further deep. this dream must end, this world must know. we all depend on the beast below.

have you ever run away from something because you were scared or, or not ready, or just, just because you could?

you "never interfere in the affairs of other peoples or planets," unless there's children crying.

you know when sometimes you meet someone so beautiful, and then you actually talk to them and five minutes later, they're as dull as a brick. then there's other people and you meet them and you think, "not bad, they're okay." and then you get to know them and... and they're face just sort of... becomes them, like their personality is written all over it. and they just... they turn into something so beautiful. rory's the most beautiful man i've ever met.