Quotes from Jennifer Lynch

I will not let anyone hurt me, like in the dream. I'll hurt myself first. I know the places that are the most delicate. I'll do the hurting from now on, as long as all of this stops!!!!

P.S. I hope BOB doesn't come tonight.

Sometimes, life is about what happens before death.

Accept that you are bad and dirty and cheap and should be thrown to the wolves as scrap meat, and must never bear children, for who knows the faces they would be locked behind from birth until death.

Sometimes I think he's just chosen to keep quiet because it is so much more interesting sometimes to just listen to people instead of talking to them.

I don't want to feed my dreams.

Everyone still sees the smiling Laura Palmer. The girl with perfect grades and perfect hair and perfect little fingers that want to sometimes, late at night, go into the mirror to strangle the daydreaming troublemaker I see in the reflection!

I wonder if life is still something I can make up.

So I spent my birthday alone. I went out to where I go with BOB. It was light out, and everything seemed like an awful dream, until I saw a piece of rope lying at the back of the base of his favorite tree. I got a chill, but forced it away. I tried to look carefully at the tree, to find something that would explain why he picked this place, this tree. There was nothing. I made sure I was alone before I did what I had planned.

I have such an anger and an urge to charge at the sky, to call the wind a liar for never showing itself. An urge to scream at the two who allowed my birth. Cries for help to anyone who will hear them. To scream into the street that there is a lack of miracles in Mother Nature herself. Her divinity is a lie. In

I think that the times that I have to go into the woods at night have poisoned me. I

I guess I'm thinking of myself here. I am tired. I am the one who asks, is death only the frozen image we have of the animal's body?...Maybe roadkills are more than they seem. Messages...

I like the idea of keeping my thoughts all in one place, like a brain you can look into.

Mi sono accorta subito che Lawrence era attratto da me. L'importante non era questo, ma l'origine della sua attrazione. Si era innamorato delle due Laure, proprio della ragione per cui desideravo disperatamente morire. Quella che io consideravo come una maledizione, per lui era una cosa eccitante e onesta. Non rideva della mia sofferenza. L'accettava.

We're like everyone else, I guess. We promise that something is forever, when it is really only as long as it takes for us to tire of it. When

A volte penso di aver qualcuno dentro, ma è un'altra parte di me, più strana. A volte la vedo nello specchio.

Colpa è una parola che lui usa per farmi tacere

When there is a marriage. A union that you were born of, not responsible for. You, child, should be a gift to those who are ready, not a burden like so many others before you. Come back, child, when I am no longer a child myself. Laura

I have simply forgotten how to be loved. Laura

His apartment is small and filled with books from the toilet tank to the top of the fridge. I think he has to keep reading these stories because he so rarely has any stories of his own. I

I do not think that hour there told me anything I could not have imagined myself, but being there, in that silence, gave me hope that at least there are no wars after death. I