“I don’t know if you’ll ever hear this, Clara… I don’t even know if you’re still alive out there. But you were good. And you made a mighty fine Doctor.”
AMY POND MEME;
You know when sometimes you meet someone so beautiful, and then you actually talk to them…and five minutes later they’re dull as a brick? Then there’s other people, when you meet them you think, “Not bad, they’re okay.” And then you get to know them and…and their face just sort of becomes them. Like their personality’s written all over it…Rory’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever met.
Not love. Not always.
Happy 34th Birthday Harry James Potter, July 31st 1980.
I have a competition in me. I want no one else to succeed.
Diane, 11:30 a.m., February Twenty-fourth. Entering the town of Twin Peaks, five miles south of the Canadian border, twelve miles west of the state line. I’ve never seen so many trees in my life.
Hello, old friend. And here we are. You and me, on the last page. By the time you read these words, Rory and I will be long gone. So know that we lived well and were very happy. And above all else, know that we will love you always. Sometimes I do worry about you though. I think once we’re gone you won’t be coming back here for awhile. And you might be alone. Which you should never be. Don’t be alone, Doctor. And do one more thing for me. There’s a little girl waiting in a garden. She’s going to wait a long while, so she’s going to need a lot of hope. Go to her. Tell her a story. Tell her that if she’s patient, the days are coming that she’ll never forget. Tell her she’ll go to see and fight pirates. She’ll fall in love with a man who’ll wait two thousand years to keep her safe. Tell her she’ll give hope to the greatest painter who ever lived. And save a whale in outer space. Tell her, this is the story of Amelia Pond. And this is how it ends.
Sherlock, you bastard, wherever you are… Cheers.