Some days are special. Some days are so, so blessed. Some days, nobody dies at all. Now and then, every once in a very long while, every day in a million days, when the wind stands fair and the Doctor comes to call…everybody lives.


Clara Oswald Week > day five

- favourite quote

Clara: I mean, one minute you are in 1974, looking for ghosts, but all you have to do is open your eyes and talk to whoever is standing there. To you, I have not been born yet, and to you I’ve been dead a hundred billion years. Is my body out there somewhere? In the ground?

The Doctor: …Yes, I suppose is it.

Clara: But here we are, talking. So I am a ghost. To you, I am a ghost. We are all ghosts to you. We must be nothing.