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Welcome to Twin Peaks. My name is Margaret Lanterman. I live in Twin Peaks. I am known as the Log Lady. There is a story behind that. There are many stories in Twin Peaks. Some of them are sad, some funny. Some of them are stories of madness, of violence. Some are ordinary. Yet they all have about them a sense of mystery — the mystery of life. Sometimes, the mystery of death. The mystery of the woods. The woods surrounding Twin Peaks. To introduce this story, let me just say it encompasses the all — it is beyond the "fire", though few would know that meaning. It is a story of many, but begins with one — and I knew her.

The one leading to the many is Laura Palmer. Laura is the one.
Margaret Lanterman, summing up the series

Through the darkness of futures past
The magician longs to see
One chants out between two worlds
Fire walk with me.
— Numerous characters throughout the show

You listen to me. While I will admit to a certain cynicism, the fact is that I am a nay-sayer and hatchet man in the fight against violence. I pride myself in taking a punch and I'll gladly take another, because I choose to live my life in the company of Gandhi and King. My concerns are global. I reject absolutely revenge, aggression, and retaliation. The foundation of such a method is love. I love you, Sheriff Truman.
Albert Rosenfield, giving one of the most kickass Jerk with a Heart of Gold speeches in television history

Cooper... an observation. I don't know where this is headed, but the only one of us with the coordinates for this destination in his hardware is you. Go on whatever vision quest you require. Stand on the rim of the volcano, stand alone and do your dance. Just find this beast before he takes another bite.
Albert Rosenfield

She's dead... wrapped in plastic.
Pete Martell, after discovering Laura Palmer's corpse

Brilliant! Heh heh heh... I have absolutely no idea what's going on.
Homer Simpson, while watching the show

I got idea, man
You take me for a walk
Under the sycamore trees
The dark trees that blow, baby
In the dark trees that blow

And I'll see you
And you'll see me
And I'll see you in the branches that blow
In the breeze,
I'll see you in the trees
Under the sycamore trees
Jimmy Scott, "Sycamore Trees"

My husband was a logging man... he met the devil. Fire is the devil, hiding like a coward in the smoke.
The Log Lady

Come then! My log does not judge!
The Log Lady

''He is BOB!
Eager for fun!
He wears a smile.
Everybody run!

The woods are wondrous here, but strange.
Judge Sternwood

Diane, it struck me again earlier this morning: there are two things that continue to trouble me, and I am speaking now not only as an agent of the Bureau but also as a human being. What really went on between Marilyn Monroe and the Kennedys, and who really pulled the trigger on JFK?
Agent Dale Cooper

At a time like this, curiously, you begin to think of the things you regret, or the things you might miss. I would like in general to treat people with much more care and respect. I would like to climb a tall hill, but not too tall, sit in the cool grass, but not too cool, and feel the sun on my face. I wish I could have cracked the Lindbergh kidnapping case. I would very much like to make love to a beautiful woman who I had a genuine affection for. And of course it goes without saying that I would like to visit Tibet. I wish that the Tibetan government would allow the Dalai Lama to return to his native land. Oh, I would like that very much.
Agent Dale Cooper

Well, we were in the woods and she started saying this scary poem, over and over, about fire. And then she said, "Would you like to play with fire, little boy?" "Would you like to play with Bob?" "Would you like to play with Bob?"...
James Hurley

Leland: He used to flick matches at me. He'd say: "Do you want to play with fire, little boy?"
[flicks burning match at Cooper; Cooper picks it up and looks at it]
Cooper: That's our man. [blows out the match]

Harry, I'm gonna let you in on a little secret. Every day, once a day, give yourself a present. Don't plan it, don't wait for it, just... let it happen. Could be a new shirt at the men's store, a catnap in your office chair, or two cups of good, hot, black coffee.
Agent Dale Cooper

Sheriff Truman: Okay, Cooper. Are you going to let me in on whatever the hell is going on here?
Cooper: Sheriff, we've got a lot to talk about.

The Giant: I will tell you three things...
(Cooper's eyes open slightly)
The Giant: If I tell them to you and they come true, then will you believe me?
Cooper: (weakly) Who's that?
The Giant: Think of me as a friend.
Cooper: Where do you come from?
The Giant: (gently shakes his head) The question is, where have you gone? ...The first thing I will tell you is, there's a man... in a smiling bag.
Cooper: "Man in a smiling bag..."
The Giant: Second thing is, the owls are not what they seem... Third thing is, without chemicals... he points.
Cooper: What do these things mean?
The Giant: This is all I am permitted to say.

J'ai une âme solitaire.

This was a vision, fresh and clear as a mountain stream, the mind revealing itself to itself. In my vision, I was on the veranda of a vast estate, a palazzo of some fantastic proportion. There seemed to emanate from it a light from within, this gleaming, radiant marble. I'd known this place. I had in fact been born and raised here. This was my first return, a reunion with the deepest wellspring of my being.
Wandering about, I noticed happily that the house had been immaculately maintained. There'd been added a number of additional rooms, but in a way that blended so seamlessly with the original construction, one would never detect any difference. Returning to the house's grand foyer, there came a knock at the door. My son was standing there. He was happy and carefree, clearly living a life of deep harmony and joy. We embraced, a warm and loving embrace, nothing withheld. We were, in this moment, one. My vision ended and I awoke with an enormous feeling of optimism and confidence in you and your future. That was my vision of you. I'm so glad to have had this opportunity to share it with you. I wish you nothing but the very best in all things.
Major Garland Briggs, speaking to his son Bobby

Is it future, or is it past? Or is it the story of the little girl who lived down the lane?

You follow human nature perfectly.
Mr. C

Gotta light?
The Woodsmen

The stars turn, and a time presents itself.

Hawk, electricity is humming. You hear it in the mountains and rivers. You see it dance among the seas and stars, and glowing around the moon. But in these days, the glow is dying. What will be in the darkness that remains ? The Truman brothers are both 'true men'. They are your brothers, and the others, the good ones who have been with you. Now the circle is almost complete. Watch and listen to the dream of time and space. It all comes out now, flowing like a river. That which is and is not. Hawk, Laura is the one.

Why do you let him make you do these things?

Someone manufactured you.

I am the FBI.

We live inside a dream.

I am dead, and yet, I live.

What year is this?


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