Doctor Who: Time and Relative

There’s no point with grown-ups. They live on a different plane of reality. I don’t know if they choose to or not, but they have a strange ability to ignore what’s going on in front of them.

Memories are like newspapers and magazines. You can’t keep them all, but you can cut out the articles and pictures to put in a scrapbook. Only it’s not your choice. It’s like someone else does the cutting and pasting.

The British government likes nothing better than telling people what to do for their own good. And the British people like to grumble, ignore the Men from the Ministry and make do with cups of tea.

If my mind is a library, there’s a roped off grown-up section where I can’t go.