When the show's not around any more, it's going to be hard not to have her in my life.

It's taken a while for me to convince people that I can do something other than Scully. And it still takes effort.

I didn't pay as much attention in school as I would have liked to.

I will only take something or agree to do something that I feel like I understand, and inherent in understanding is empathy.

There is a difference between being listened to and being heard.

My default is self-destruction, and anything on top of that is a bloody lot of work.

You know, one day you look at the person and you see something more than you did the night before. Like a switch has been flicked somewhere. And the person who was just a friend is... suddenly the only person you can ever imagine yourself with.