— How you feeling 'bout this?
— Honestly? Feels like we're taking a big, probably stupid risk. Feels good.

The head guides us along an orderly path, while the heart takes us into unexplored places that we never could have imagined existed.

The Doctor: Human souls. Trapped like flies in the World Wide Web. Stuck forever. Crying out for help.
Clara: Isn't that basically Twitter?

What matters is that no one finds out that what really rules you is your head and not your heart. People think that those who follow their emotions can't lie. That's why, when you want to fool them, you have to convince them that things happen by chance.

You'll never take control of your own life if you're still waiting for Prince Charming to rescue you.

Why do we lie, knowing that the truth could come to light? Maybe the fear of facing the truth paralizes us.

— Limp biscuit's an old frat ritual, where all the brothers race to stroke one out onto a biscuit, and then the last guy to nut has to eat it.
— Right. Sometimes it's a Wheat Thin.