You’re never “just” anything to me, Scully.
Sometimes the only sane answer to an insane world is insanity.
I’ve often felt that dreams are answers to questions we haven’t yet figured out how to ask.
How they police us and spy on us, tell us that makes us safer? We’ve never been in more danger.
“Back in the day.” Scully, “back in the day” is now.
Your own government lies as a matter of course, as a matter of policy…
You think they would have taken me more seriously if I wore the grey suit?[to Scully]
You can deny all the things I’ve seen, all the things I’ve discovered, but not for much longer. Because too many others know what’s happening out there. And no one, no government agency, has jurisdiction over the truth.[to McGrath]
Who needs Google when you got Scully?
When convention and science offer us no answers, might we not finally turn to the fantastic as a plausibility?[to Scully]
We must ask ourselves… are they really a hoax? Are we truly alone? Or are we being lied to?
I finally know why I’m not a Christian, Scully. My parents never got me a puppy.
