“The first time...' the Doctor said, snapping Chris out of his reverie, 'I don't remember, I was unconscious. The second time...I don't want to talk about.'The third time?'Unconscious.'The fourth time?'Atypical. There were some strange time and energy effects involved.'But, you know, what does it feel like? Is it good or bad?'Good,' said the Doctor, 'in the same way that driving a vehicle very, very fast is a good feeling, until pow!' He slapped his hands together suddenly. 'Like being shoved through a window. That's what it was like the fifth time.'What about the sixth time?'Unconscious.”

“If you don't want to have sex, I don't want to talk about our feelings."He scrubbed his hand through his hair, looking confused. "Well, that's for damn sure the first time a woman's ever said that to me.”

“There was a time I stopped talking, just like you. My reasons were a little bit different, but... I think the feelings of being ashamed of myself and hating myself... are the same. Here it says "to like yourself." What does that mean? Good things---how are you supposed to find them? I only know things that I hate about myself. Because that's all I know: I hate myself. Even if your force yourself to find good things... it feels so empty. It doesn't work that way. People like your teacher just don't get it.I think... when you hear someone say they like you for the first time... then you can begin to like yourself. I think when someone accepts you for the first time... you feel like you can forgive yourself a little. You can begin to face your fears.~Yuki”

“At such times the universe gets a little closer to us. They are strange times, times of beginnings and endings. Dangerous and powerful. And we feel it even if we don't know what it is. These times are not necessarily good, and not necessarily bad. In fact, what they are depends on what *we* are.”

“This time, like all times, is a very good one, if we but know what to do with it.”

“I don't think she [Mother] likes doing the laundry," I said. It was actually the first time in my life that I'd really thought about it - about what she did once a week, every week, all our lives. I suddenly felt very sorry for her. At the same time, I wondered what it would be like to never again have clean clothes.”