I loved Chris Eccleston as the 9th Doctor and Matt Smith as the 11th Doctor even more, but David Tennant as the 10th Doctor just holds a special place in my heart. I can’t pinpoint all of the reasons; I’m sure it has to do with his lopsided grin, crazy eyebrows, and even crazier eyes though.
There’s no one to turn to. Because who’s gonna believe the things you see out of the corner of your eye? No one. Except me.
So, you find a breach, probe it, the sphere comes through, 600 feet above London, BAM! It leaves a hole in the fabric of reality. And that hole, you think: “Should we leave it alone, should we back off, should we play it safe?” NAH, you think: “Let’s make it BIGGER!”
And I suppose… if it’s my last chance to say it… Rose Tyler…
I’m burning up a sun just to say good bye.
That’s what I am: just a traveler. Imagine it: no tax, no bills, no boss. Just the open sky.
People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it’s more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey stuff.
Oh, how to explain the mechanics of the infinite temporal flux? I know: Back to the Future. It’s like Back to the Future.
That’s how I see the universe. Every waking second I can see what is, what was, what could be, what must not. It’s the burden of a Time Lord, Donna, and I’m the only one left.
I’m the Doctor. I’m a Time Lord. I’m from the planet Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterborous. I’m 903 years old, and I’m the man who’s gonna save your lives and all six billion people on the planet below. You got a problem with that?
Tracked you down with this. This is my timey-wimey detector. It goes ding when there’s stuff. Also, it can boil an egg at 30 paces, whether you want it to or not, actually, so I’ve learned to stay away from hens. It’s not pretty when they blow.
Don’t blink. Don’t even blink. Blink and you’re dead. They are fast. Faster than you can believe. Don’t turn your back, don’t look away, and DON’T blink.
No one’s ever meant to have that power. If a Time Lord did that he’d become a god—a vengeful god. But she was human. Everything she did was so human. She brought you back to life. But she couldn’t control it. She brought you back forever. That is something, I suppose. The final act of the Time War was life.
You want weapons? We’re in a library! Books! The best weapons in the world!
Some people live more in 20 years than others do in 80. It’s not the time that matters, it’s the person.
I don’t want to go.
image – Doctor Who