“She's clutching the worn leather journal. It's ironic how it now seems like a safety blanket for her, yet to him, it represents a tragic nightmare.”
“She clutched him, her fingers digging in like she needed to gather parts of him to act as her own second skin for the rest of her life.”
“Scully liked neatness and order. This office was her notion of a nightmare. She had no idea how Mulder ever found anything he wanted. But he always seemed to.”
“She perceived vaguely the pitiful corruption of the adult world; how cruel and frail it was, like a worn piece of burlap, patched with stupidities and mistakes, useless and ugly, and yet they never saw its worthlessness.”
“She did not know why it seemed to her so tragic to cry in her sleep.”
“It was ironic; he held her captive, yet she’d captivated him.”