( I'm a little behind, but I'm slowly catching up on banners. More to come soon. )

I've just started using Photoshop...so I'm sorry these took so long. I'm still in the process of learning what to do with it. :)

( Onto the banners! )

( It is said he will talk to a wanderer, to the man without a home, a lonely god. )

( I've been looking for a word. A big, complicated word, but so sad. I found it now. - What word? - Alive. I'm alive. - Alive isn't sad. - It's sad when it's over. I'll always be here. But this is when we talked. And now even that has come to an end. )

( Amy Pond, there's something you better understand about me, 'cause it's important and one day your life may depend on it...I am definitely a madman with a box. )

( Think you've seen it all? Think again. Outside those doors, we might see anything. We could find new worlds, terrifying monsters, impossible things. And if you come with me... nothing will ever be the same again! )

( There are worlds out there where the sky is burning, and the sea's asleep, and the rivers dream; people made of smoke and cities made of song. Somewhere there's danger, somewhere there's injustice, and somewhere else the tea's getting cold. Come on, Ace. We've got work to do. )

( All over the world fools are poised, ready to let death fly. Machines of death, Morgaine, screaming from above. Light brighter than the sun. Not a war between armies, nor a war between nations, but just death. Death gone mad! A child looks up into the sky, his eyes turn to cinders. No more tears, only ashes. Is this honour? Is this war? Are these the weapons you would use? )

( Whereas yours is a simple case of sociopathy, Dibber, my malaise is much more complex. A deep-rooted maladjustment, my psychiatrist said, brought on by an infantile inability to come to terms with the more pertinent, concrete aspects of life. )

( A straight line may be the shortest distance between two points, but it is by no means the most interesting. )