What I said: It's about an alien named "The Doctor" who travels though time in a spaceship that looks like a police telephone box, who saves people and other aliens with the help of his companions and a tool called a "sonic screwdriver."
What I meant: IT'S ABOUT FRIENDSHIP AND BRAVERY AND LOVE AND LOSS, AND LIFE AND DEATH AND FORGIVENESS AND GUILT, AND BEING HUMAN AND BEING LESS THAN HUMAN AND SOMETIMES A BIT MORE THAN HUMAN, SKILL AND INTELLECT AND SOMETIMES A LITTLE BIT OF LUCK, FINDING THE EXTRAORDINARY IN THE SEEMINGLY ORDINARY, LOOKING UP AT THE NIGHT SKY AND REALIZING YOU'RE PART OF AN IMPOSSIBLY BEAUTIFUL AND MYSTERIOUS UNIVERSE AND THAT YOU DON'T KNOW ALL THE ANSWERS NO MATTER HOW CLEVER YOU ARE. IT'S ABOUT LOOKING INSIDE YOURSELF AND REALIZING YOU'RE FAR GREATER THAN THE EXTERNAL CONDITIONS OF YOUR LIFE: YOU'RE NOT A SHOPGIRL, YOU'RE NOT A SUCCESSFUL MEDICAL DOCTOR, YOU'RE NOT A TEMP, YOU'RE NOT A LITTLE GIRL WHO NEEDS TO GROW UP OR A BOY THAT THINKS THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE COULD HAVE DONE BETTER. YOU'RE THE MOST IMPORTANT PERSON IN CREATION AND AT THE SAME TIME YOU'RE THE MOST INSIGNIFICANT THING IN THE WORLD, AND HAVING THE ABILITY TO CHOOSE BETWEEN THE TWO AT ANY GIVEN TIME IS FANTASTIC. IT'S ABOUT EMBRACING YOUR INNER DARKNESS SO THAT YOU CAN STAND IN THE LIGHT OF YOUR TRUTH. IT'S ABOUT HAVING THE GUTS TO DO WHAT'S RIGHT EVEN WHEN EVERYONE ELSE JUST RUNS AWAY.
“There’s a little girl waiting in a garden. She’s going to wait a long while, so she’s going to need a lot of hope. Go to her. Tell her a story. Tell her that if she’s patient, the days are coming that she’ll never forget.”
“…to me, Van Gogh is the finest painter of them all.Certainly, the most popular, great painter of all time, the most beloved. His command of color the most magnificent. He transformed the pain of his tormented life into ecstatic beauty.Pain is easy to portray, but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstasy and joy and magnificence of our world…no one had ever done it before. Perhaps, no one ever will again. To my mind, that strange, wild man who roamed the fields of Provence was not only the world’s greatest artist, but also one of the greatest men who ever lived.” - [x]