Toshiko Sato loved equations the way that other people loved poetry.
Those people, the poetry lovers – the people that most others probably thought of as normal – found truth and emotional support in the structure of words, the rhythm and the cadence of their sounds. Toshiko had never fully trusted words. They were so easy to misinterpret, or to be misused. A lot of people could be very clever with words. And they used them to break your heart. Not so many were quite that clever with numbers, few really understood them beyond their significance on a bank statement, and fewer still appreciated their simple, truthful beauty in the way that Toshiko Sato did. Because, at the end of the day, everything came down to numbers, from the physics of an atomic bomb to the shape of an autumn leaf swept away on the wind. Everything came down to mathematics.
It was that kind of vision that made Toshiko special.
It was also, she knew, what made her a freak.
Torchwood: SkyPoint (via yourdailytorchwoodquote)
Yes, take the fucking children, why do we need them anyway?
—says the British Government
Torchwood: The Twilight Streets
Gwen: I think we need a Torchwood day out to Glasgow. Take Archie out for a drink.
Ianto: I’ll hire a minibus. Probably get it painted matt black quite easily.
Owen: Can we go without the blue lights this time? Sometimes, in the SUV, I feel like I’m in Santa’s Grotto.
Gwen: I like the blue lights, me. What’s wrong with blue lights?
Ianto: I think they look sophisticated. Perhaps Owen’s only happy if they’re red lights.
[Gwen laughed.
Jack came out of the office.]
Gwen: Blue lights, Jack? Or red?
Jack: …sometimes, I’m not sure that office doesn’t lead to a parallel dimension and each Hub I go into is slightly different from the one I left.
Ianto: I think Jack’s a blue light guy. Look at the coat. And those matching shirts.
Gwen: Oh, the shirts, yeah, dead giveaway.
Jack: Owen! Have you been experimenting with strange gasses again?
Owen: Nope! They’re just weird, those two. I got used to it, why haven’t you?
I had to see you again. You have no idea how it felt like coming back to life and knowing the world was empty… because you’d gone.
Captain Jack Harkness (to Ianto), Torchwood: House of the Dead (via pterodactylsandchocolate)