Chris Boucher
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Christopher Franklin Boucher was a British screenwriter and writer whose work spanned science fiction and crime, two genres he returned to across his career. Born in Maldon, he studied at the University of Essex before going on to write in English for both page and screen.
Boucher was born in early 1943 — sources give slightly different dates in January and February of that year — and grew up as a citizen of the United Kingdom. His education at the University of Essex preceded a career that placed him among writers working in science fiction literature and crime film. The combination of those two genres shaped the range of projects he took on as both a screenwriter and an author, giving him a foothold in popular storytelling forms that drew large audiences without demanding a single fixed medium.
He died on 11 December 2022. The facts available don't name a specific collaborator or successor to close on, but what can be said plainly is that Boucher worked in English across two durable popular genres until late in his life, leaving behind a body of work in science fiction and crime that stretched from his early career through to his final years. His death in December 2022 marked the end of a writing life that had begun in earnest after his studies in Essex, decades earlier.
Quotes by Chris Boucher
The very powerful and the very stupid have one thing in common. They don't alter their views to fit the facts. They alter the facts to fit their views. Which can be uncomfortable if you happen to be one of the facts that needs altering.
You know, you are a classic example of the inverse ratio between the size of the mouth and the size of the brain.
Leela: Why are we listening to them? It is a waste of time.The Doctor; It is difficult to know what will be a waste of time until after the time has been wasted, by which time it is too late. So predicting what will be a waste of time is something of a waste of time. Unless it gives you pleasure of course when it probably doesn't count as a waste of time.Leela (yawning): I am sorry I did not hear what you said, Doctor.The Doctor (smiling): That was a waste of time then.
Fourth Doctor: You know, the very powerful and the very stupid have one thing in common: they don't alter their views to fit the facts; they alter the facts to fit their views.
Our essence is change. We are movement. Being out of balance is life. Perfect balance. Stasis. That is death. Life yearns for perfection. Death is perfection.