I hoped and prayed you were dead you chain-smoking, son of a bitch.

You did something incredibly stupid.

Living in the city, you forget a lot of things. You know, there you're always thinking about being mugged or hit by a car. It's not until you get back to nature until you realize that everything is out to get you.

Don't go looking for something you don't want to find.

I will continue here as long as I can... as long as you are beset by the haunting illness which I saw consume your beautiful mind.

Oh, so now you're psychic?

Must be an X-File.

Agent Mulder believes we are not alone.

Possibly one of the most intense and challenging relationships I may ever have. And, quite honestly, the most impossible.

You don't need me, Mulder. You never have. I've just held you back

I'm a medical doctor.

As far away from the darkness as we can get?

Hi... just, uh, give it to the man with the funny look on his face.

Mulder when you find me dead, my desiccated corpse propped up staring lifelessly through the telescope at drunken frat boys peeing and vomiting into the gutter, just know that my last thoughts were of you... and how I'd like to kill you.

Go back to hell!

From the moment I became pregnant, I feared the truth... about how... and why. And I know that you feared it, too.

You know, one day you look at the person and you see something more than you did the night before.

I have cancer. It is a mass on the wall between my sinus and cerebrum. If it pushes into my brain statistically there is about zero chance of survival.

Nothing happens in contradiction to nature, only in contradiction to what we know of it. And that's a place to start. That's where the hope is

Stomach contents show last meal close to the time of death, consisting of ... pizza. Topped with pepperoni, green peppers, mushrooms ... mushrooms ... That sounds really good.