A quick thought on Clara/Danny, Amy/Rory, and modelling your life on stories, with obvious spoilers for the finale:
Oh my god – as if the finale wasn’t devastating enough already. :( It’s funny how Amy and Clara’s affinity for stories have played out in different ways: Amy got to write her own story in a sense (“Tell her a story…”) but Clara only got a dose of hard, cold reality. (Well,what passes for reality in the Whoniverse.)
I also wonder if Clara’s desire for an epic love story might come from her parents, too. We never saw them argue, never saw them be anything but happy…maybe she’s idealised them in her adult years. Especially since, as other people have pointed out, Clara’s parents met when her mother saved her father from a car. :(
God I love Clara’s perceptions and lies to herself. What are lies but another word for stories, sometimes…