"This is not a man, it's a monster! You can't put it in an institution!"

"All these people putting bars on their windows, spending good money on hi-tech security systems, trying to feel safe. I look at this guy and I think, it ain't enough."

"Some people collect salt and pepper shakers. The fetishist collects dead things. Hair, fingernails... no one quite knows why. Though I've never quite understood salt and pepper shakers myself."

"Nature abhors normality. It can't go very long without creating a mutant."

"I've seen fire bend around corners, seen it bounce like a rubber ball. Fire's got a certain genius, you know? A certain demon poetry. It's like it has a mind of its own."

"In my experience, dead men don't tip, Agent Scully."

"But, but what if through some fluke of nature, a human was born, who reverted to its most animal instincts, a kind of carnivorous Neanderthal. Wouldn't he occupy a space above us on the food chain?"

"In all those years without REM sleep, maybe Cole built a bridge between the waking world and the dream world. A collective unconscious. And what if, by existing consciously in the unconscious world, he developed the ability to externalize his dreams and effectively alter reality."

"Yes, scorpions predigest their food outside of their body by regurgitating onto their prey, but I don't know too many scorpions who surf the Internet."

"At the age of six, Luther Boggs slaughtered every pet animal in his housing project. When he was thirty, he strangled five family members over Thanksgiving dinner and then sat down to watch the fourth quarter of the Detroit - Green Bay game. Some killers are projects of society. Some act out past abuses. Boggs kills because he likes it."

"All new truths begin as heresies and end as superstitions."

"I have over a dozen case files of human bodies reduced to ash without any attendant burning or melting. Rapid oxidation without heat."