KARVANISTA: You defile the sacred legacy of my forebears.

DAN: You don't look anything like four bears.

"You can have faith,' insisted the Doctor. 'Just don't use it as an excuse to do evil.'

HELEN: I do love your positive attitude. Look at The Eleven. After everything he’s done you still hope for the best.

DOCTOR: Hope is always a good thing. Sometimes it’s been the only thing that’s kept me going.

HELEN: Still, doesn’t the universe tend to let you down?

DOCTOR: You can keep hoping that it won’t.

HELEN: Really Doctor, I don’t know how you’ve survived this long.

DOCTOR: To be honest, I haven’t. Technically I’ve died more than half a dozen times, but I keep on trying.

I don’t really miss home or my family any more. But you – well, you I miss. Silly isn’t it? But there are times I just want someone to talk to who won’t start comparing me to some child in a book he’s read, or a young prince he rescued on a faraway planet. You and I could swap observations, do equations, examine theories just like normal people would. Maybe one day, we can again. If you ever get out of E-Space, try locking onto the TARDIS and finding me. That would be... nice.

Well, I’d better get this sent now. The Doctor suggested putting it in a bottle and throwing it in the general direction of a CVE, but I’ll work out a way to get this to you by proper carrier wave. Give my regards to Romana and I’ll write again soon.

Lots of love

Your friend, Adric

DOCTOR : Injustice is the rule, but I want justice. Suffering is the rule, but I want to end it. Despair accords with reality, but I insist on hope. I don't accept it because it is unacceptable. I say no.

He wondered how Susan was getting on, though he – of all people – should know how idiotic the thought was. Susan wasn’t ‘getting on’ now at all; she would be ‘getting on’ in about three and a half billion years’ time. But still the Doctor found himself thinking: a day has passed, two days, she will be with David, they will be planning a wedding in some half-ruined church, choosing a place to live –

And then –

‘How will you tell him, my dear?’

I can’t bear your children, David, my people and yours are not cross-fertile –

Maybe they would adopt a child, one of the many orphans of the terrible war; or more than one child. He imagined Susan, happy in the middle of her huge family, teaching her children Earth-things, half-forgetting her own inheritance. And David growing older . . .

Would she try to disguise it? Dye her hair, perhaps? Put something on her skin to make it dry and wrinkled? How long would it be before she had to admit the truth?

I won’t grow old, David, not for hundreds of years. My people are – different. But I’ll put flowers on your grave, David, flowers on your grave . . .

BARBARA: You don’t care about anyone, do you? Everyone’s just a – a chess piece, to you, now that Susan’s gone. Ian, me –

DOCTOR: My dear Susan –

BARBARA: I am not Susan! Nor am I a piece of Susan, whatever you’ve told the Venusians. Neither is Ian. We’re people – people who are travelling with you, and through no choice of our own. You have a responsibility to us. If you can’t get us home, very well. But at least you can look after us in the meantime. Or if you won’t – if you’re too busy with your ’mysteries' – then we’ll just have to look after ourselves.

DOCTOR: A gentleman at last. Doctor von Wer, at your service.

SERGEANT: Doctor who?

DOCTOR: (sotto) That's what I said.