There's not much high and low culture any more: there's just mingling streams of art and what matters is whether it's good art or bad art.
You see, the outcome of the battle is unimportant. What matters is the chaos, and the slaughter.
Writing may or may not be your salvation; it might or might not be your destiny. But that does not matter. What matters right now are the words, one after another. Find the next word. Write it down.
The price of getting what you want, is getting what once you wanted.
The Time Lords really didn't like genocide. I'm not too keen on it myself. It's the potential you're killing off. What if, one day, there was a good Dalek? What if...