Book: Magic of angels

“I almost want it,” the Doctor said. - a short break. A chance to visit old friends. Winston Churchill. Agatha Christie. The Beatles.

“I don’t have a home either,” the Doctor said quietly. - The fact that a person does not have a home does not make him miserable.

For some people, mistreating others is the meaning of life.

“Hmm,” the Doctor thought for a moment. - About a thousand years. Plus or minus eyelids. I run away - they catch, I run away - they catch - that's a summary of all my lives.

“Wait,” Amy said. - Do you happen to have another one of the same bag? Only the size of a handbag? You know how it is, lipstick, a handkerchief, sunglasses, keys - and there’s no room for the kitchen sink.

“Wait,” Amy said. - Do you happen to have another one of the same bag? Only the size of a handbag? You know how it is, lipstick, a handkerchief, sunglasses, keys - and there’s no room for the kitchen sink.

- Stay there! - the Doctor shouted to them, shaking his fist, - Although wait, no, they threw us out after all, and not vice versa ...

“This is a crying angel,” said the Doctor. “A stone monster. Lonely killer.

- Monster! - there was a trembling voice from the second row.

“I booked tickets for us a few weeks ago. At least that's what I was just told at the checkout. So it's best to make sure that this is the case. Remind me then to go back in time and buy them, okay? The universe could explode if I don't.

- And it should be! - said the Doctor harshly, - What is the point of what we do if we cannot help everyone?

“If she’s top secret, I probably shouldn’t talk about her,” she said.

"You're not really going to put it on, are you?" - she asked the Doctor.
The Doctor smiled and gallantly raised his hat.
- I'm going to. She's cool. So is my T-shirt.
He was wearing a white T-shirt with the inscription "My companion went to London and brought me nothing but this lousy T-shirt."