"I met Iggy Pop at Max’s Kansas City in 1970 or 1971. Me, Iggy, and Lou Reed at one table with absolutely nothing to say to each other, just looking at each other’s eye makeup."

—David Bowie (via toilandblood)

"

Gwen waited until Rhys was asleep, and then slipped out of bed and drove to the Hub. She loved the furtive feeling of wandering across the empty plaza, stepping up to the fountain, and then the click and the cold rush of night air as the invisible lift carried her down.

Sensing her presence, lights flickered gently into action, lighting up each of the storeys that the lift carried her through. Little pathways across the Hub’s floor lit up, and she stepped over to her desk, switched her computer on, then went over to put the kettle on. Ianto wasn’t around, so she figured she could make a cup of instant without getting into trouble. She guiltily kept a tiny jar hidden in her workstation. She’d tried telling him once that instant wasn’t so bad, really, but he’d just stared at her, like she was giving the ‘Rivers of Blood’ speech.

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—Torchwood novel  - Almost Perfect

"

One day, when he’d had time on his hands, Jack had tried to work out how many times he had died. He actually sat down in his office with a block of paper and a couple of pens and wrote a neat 1 in the margin and alongside it he wrote Dalek.

That had been how it all started. After that there had been endless bar-room brawls – they had even killed him at Torchwood back in the early days – and at one time he’d worked in a travelling show billed as The Man Who Cannot Die. OK, people had paid to kill him then, but he figured that even if it bought him a few beers at the end of the day, when you got down to it a death was a death.

Then Torchwood had discovered that they had a problem with alien sleeper agents and the whole city started going up in smoke, and Jack lost the list and never got around to starting it again. The score was somewhere around a couple of hundred, by then. But he hadn’t even started on the trenches in Flanders.

He was sure he had already forgotten some of them – unlike his lovers; he remembered all of them (every sex and species) – the one thing he never forgot, however, was how it felt to come back to life.

Like being dragged over broken glass.

It never got any better, and he never got used to it.

"

—Torchwood novel - SkyPoint

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Several floors below, Ianto and his companions in the elevator had made themselves as comfortable as they could on the floor. According to the acrylic plaque on the wall of the cabin, it was supposed to carry no more than ten people at a time. Ianto thanked God that they hadn’t been travelling at maximum capacity when the power went. It already felt like they were running out of oxygen.

He knew that was ridiculous, the cabin wasn’t airtight; they weren’t going to suffocate, it was just getting hot, that was all. He had already peeled off his jacket and loosened his tie.

Ryan, the guy that had lost his wife, had stopped whimpering. He had stopped doing anything, in fact. He just sat in a corner of the cabin staring ahead of him, almost catatonic, probably playing over and over in his mind the moment that Gillian had been taken by something awful that came out of the wall. Ianto seriously hoped that they got him out of there soon, or perhaps the poor man would be caught in that hideous mind-loop for ever.

Simon and Andrew sat opposite Ianto, their arms looped together. It looked casual but he knew that they were each taking comfort from the contact. He thought about Jack, and hoped that he was all right.

He caught himself, and smiled. Like Jack wouldn’t be all right.

"

—Torchwood novel - SkyPoint

"

Toshiko followed, just two steps behind and reached the bedroom as Jack dived onto the massive bed in there like a big kid.

‘Now this is something I could use,’ he grinned.

Toshiko smiled. Jack was a big kid sometimes, all right, but he didn’t play kids’ games. She bet he could come up with some pretty interesting and enjoyable ways to use the bed.

For a nano-second she wondered if he was about to invite her to try out a couple, and she wondered if she would agree.

"

—Torchwood novel - SkyPoint

"I allowed myself to forget how totally I had fallen in love with Lestat’s iridescent eyes, that I’d sold my soul for a many-colored and luminescent thing, thinking that a highly reflective surface conveyed the power to walk on water."

—Louis, Interview with the Vampire by Anne Rice (via ezralb)

"Causing people to suffer because you hate them is terrible; but causing people to suffer because you have forgotten how to care, that’s really hard to understand."

—Julian Bashir, Past Tense Part I (via rottenberry)

"The funeral service is due to begin in a few minutes, Jadzia, but I need to talk to you one last time. When I first met you, you told me that my relationship with Jadzia Dax wouldn’t be any different than the one I had with Curzon Dax. Things didn’t work out that way. I had a hell of a lot of fun with both of you. Curzon was my mentor. You…you were my friend. And I am going to miss you. I should’ve listened to the Prophets and not gone to Cardassia. Then maybe you’d still be alive. Dammit! Why aren’t you still here, Jadzia? I need you to help me sort things out. Something’s happened to the Prophets. Something…that’s made them turn their backs on Bajor, and I’m responsible. And I don’t know what to do about it…how to make it right again. I’ve failed as the Emissary, and for the first time in my life I’ve failed in my duty as a Starfleet officer. I need time to think…clear my head. But I can’t do it here, not on the station, not now. I need to get away, and…find a way to figure out how to make things right again. I have to make things right again, Jadzia. I have to."

—Sisko, as he stands over the coffin of Jadzia Dax. From the DS9 episode, Tears of the Prophets. (via silentsennin)

"The opening chords of T-Rex’s ‘20th Century Boy’ blasted into his ears as Jack Harkness walked down Carnaby Street on a late summer’s morning in 1967. Never mind that the song would not be recorded for another six years, or that the device on which he was listening to it, the C-Fish X20, would not be invented for another six decades. Anachronisms weren’t important to Jack, and the earphones were practically invisible so it wasn’t as if anyone might notice. What mattered was that the song seemed right."

—Torchwood novel - Trace Memory