Everybody knows that everybody dies and nobody knows it like the Doctor. But I do think that all the skies of all the worlds might just turn dark if he ever for one moment, accepts it. Everybody knows that everybody dies. But not every day. Not today. Some days are special. Some days are so, so blessed. Some days, nobody dies at all. Now and then, every once in a very long while, every day in a million days, when the wind stands fair, and the Doctor comes to call… everybody lives.
regeneration … is a swift but volcanic experience, a sort of violent biological eruption, in which the body cells are displaced, changed, renewed, and rearranged. there are bound to be side effects.
Clara sometimes asks me if I dream. “Course I dream”. I tell her. ”Everybody dreams”. ”But what do you dream about?" she’ll ask. "The same thing everybody dreams about." I tell her. "I dream about where I’m going." She always laughs at that. "But you’re not going anywhere - you’re just wandering about." That’s not true. Not any more. I have a new destination. My journey is the same as yours, the same as anyone’s. It’s taken me so many years, so many lifetimes, but at last I know where I’m going, where I’ve always been going. Home… the long way round.
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