Лучшие рассказы

Уже дюжину лет старуха не поднималась на самую высокую башню замка и никакого понятия не имела, с чего ей взбрело в голову сделать это сегодня. Восхождение выдалось трудное: её колени и шейка бедра были в том совершенно уверены.

It's the distance that makes a gift magical.

- Это - литература! Подлинная литература. Настоящая жизнь. Мир как он есть. Художник должен показывать людям мир, в котором они живут, - вот его подлинное призвание. Мы держим перед ними зеркало.

• Вот почему ты все время пытаешься это забросить... Просто жизнь устроена слишком скучно и тоскливо... Почему бы тебе не попробовать писать фэнтези?

‘One moment,’ said Amy, ‘I was about to be eaten by that creature. The next I was sitting in the kitchen, talking to Mrs Browning, and listening to The Archers. How did you do that?’
‘I’m very clever,’ said the Doctor. It was a good line, and he was determined to use it as much as possible.

There was a clunk and the door flew open; the sudden daylight was blinding. The Doctor saw, with delight, his friend, and a familiar big blue police box. He was not certain which to hug first.

‘You’re enjoying this,’ said Amy. ‘My whole world has been taken over by a mysterious voice. All the people are extinct. Rory’s gone. And you’re enjoying this.’
‘No, I’m not,’ said the Doctor, trying hard not to show how much he was enjoying it.

‘But, Doctor. The human race didn’t die out in 1984.’
‘New timeline. It’s a paradox.’
‘And you’re the paradoctor?’
‘Just the Doctor.’

‘If I wasn’t born, what am I doing here?’
‘You’re an independent temporal nexus, chronosynclastically established as an inverse...’ He saw her expression, and stopped.
‘You’re telling me it’s timey-wimey, aren’t you?’
‘Yes,’ he said seriously. ‘I suppose I am.’

‘Where’s Rory? I want him, right now,’ demanded Amy as the TARDIS lurched away into space and time. The Doctor had only briefly met her fiancé, Rory Williams, once before. She didn’t think the Doctor understood what she saw in Rory. Some days, she was not entirely sure what she saw in Rory. But she was certain of this: nobody took her fiancé away from her.
‘Good question. Where’s Rory? Also, where’s seven billion other people?’ he asked.
‘I want my Rory.’

‘It’s quiet. No cars. No birds. Nothing.’
‘No radio waves,’ said the Doctor. ‘Not even Radio Four.’
‘You can hear radio waves?’
‘Of course not. Nobody can hear radio waves,’ he said unconvincingly.