“You're working for the Order now." "Yes." "How does it feel?" "Well, Doctor, it feels rather sore and tingly.”

“The Doctor: You know how adults tell you everything's going to be fine, just to make you feel better? Amelia: Yes. Doctor: Well.....everything's going to be fine.”

“How does it feel to know that even at my worst, you're still not good enough?”

“Yes. He is Aunt Margaret's doctor, and he would be ours, only we are never ill."Well you look it!" said the man, appraising Elnora at a glance. Strangers always mention it," sighed Elnora. "I wonder how it would feel to be a pale languid lady and ride in a carriage."Ask me!" laughed the man. "It feels like the- dickens!”

“Yes no yes no yes no?Red blue?Yes red, no blue?No red, yes no?In out, up down?Do don't, can can't?Choices sit on the shelf lifeNew shoes in a shoe shop.If the in crowd are squeezing into a must-have shoeAnd the one pair left are too tiny for youDon't feel compelled into choosing themIf you're really a size 9, buy that size.While everyone elseHobbles round with sore feetYour choices should feel comfortableOr they aren't your choices at all.Why limp when you can sprint?”

“Do you know what it's like," he said, "to feel that you're in the wrong body?""Well actually..." the Doctor began, wiggling his own fingers in front of his face.”