FUEL FOR FIRE

In my mind, it was a world between a factory and a factory neighborhood. A little, unknown, twisted, almost silent lost spot where little details and little torments existed. And people were struggling in darkness. They’re living in those fringelands, and they’re the people I really love. Henry’s definitely one of those people. They kind of get lost in time. They’re either working in a factory or fiddling with something or other. It’s a world that’s neither here nor there. It came out of the air in Philadelphia. I always say it’s my Philadelphia Story. It just doesn’t have Jimmy Stewart in it! — David Lynch (from Lynch on Lynch) 

“I ask you to pass through life at my side—to be my second self, and best earthly companion.”

Q: Do you think pigeons have thoughts? Right, this is a funny story. I’ve actually spoke to quite a few of my family members about this…

“Diane, 11:30 AM, February 24th. Entering the town of Twin Peaks, five miles south of the Canadian border, twelve miles west of the state line. I’ve never seen so many trees in my life. As W. C. Fields would say, I’d rather be here than Philadelphia.”

Mister, we’re a lot fucking stronger than you think we are.

She is saying “thank you”