You turned up on my doorstep with a new haircut and a suit. You took me to Verilian to see the singing towers. What a night that was. The towers sang and you cried. You wouldn’t tell me why, but I suppose you knew it was time. My time. Time to come to the Library. You even gave me your screwdriver.
It is possible to commit no mistakes and still lose.
That is not a weakness; that is life.
If you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything.
I’m a traveler, I’m a Time Lord, and I am not used to being assaulted by a collection of hairy, grubby little men.