Quotes by Steven Moffat

Maybe Im in Hell. Thats okay, Im not scared of Hell - its just Heaven for bad people.

The Doctor: You betrayed me. You betrayed my trust, you betrayed our friendship, you betrayed everything I ever stood for. You let me down!Clara: Then why are you helping me?The Doctor: Why? Do you think I care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference?

Is there a word for total screaming genius that sounds modest and a tiny bit sexy?

Bow ties are cool.

Reinette: One may tolerate a world of demons for the sake of an angel.

Demons run when a good man goes to war.Night will fall and drown the sun,When a good man goes to war.Friendship dies and true love lies,Night will fall and the dark will rise,When a good man goes to war.Demons run, but count the cost.The battles won but the child is lost.

Heroes are important. Heroes tell us who we want to be but when they made this particular hero they didn’t give him a gun, they gave him a screwdriver to fix things. They didn’t give him a tank or a warship or an X-Wing, they gave him a call box from which you can call for help and they didn’t give him a superpower or a heat-ray, they gave him an extra heart. And that’s extraordinary. There will never come a time when we don’t need a hero like the doctor.

There are two events in everybody’s life that nobody remembers. Two moments experienced by every living thing. Yet no one remembers anything about them. Nobody remembers being born and nobody remembers dying. Is that why we always stare into the eye sockets of a skull? Because we’re asking, “What was it like?” “Does it hurt?” “Are you still scared?”.

Brainys the new sexy.

I cant see whats wrong about assuming intelligence in your audience and whats bad news about being rewarded for assuming that.

“Good is good in the final hour, in the deepest pit – without hope, without witness, without reward. Virtue is only virtue in extremis.”

“There are two events in everybody’s life that nobody remembers. Two moments experienced by every living thing. Yet no one remembers anything about them. Nobody remembers being born and nobody remembers dying. Is that why we always stare into the eye sockets of a skull? Because we’re asking, “What was it like?” “Does it hurt?” “Are you still scared?”.”

“The day you lose someone isnt the worst -at least youve got something to do- its all the days they stay dead.”