"Talk to me, Scully," [Mulder] bursts out. 'What does it feel like? Can you trace a reasoning process or is it like a voice in your head? Or just a feeling?'
"Her smile disappears and she seems to be looking right at me. But her eyes aren't focused. 'It's like a voice from another room. A door opens or closes and it's louder or softer. Or maybe a radio station that fades in the hills and gets strong again on flat land. It's coming from outside of me.'"
"My death had nothing to do with a crime of passion. It's just as I thought. From the beginning it's been a plot, and everyone is in on it. And the truth will never be known."