Laura Palmer You have to hide the diary, Harold. You made me write it all down. He doesn't know about you. You'll be safe. Donna Hayward If I had a nickel for every cigarette your mom smoked, I'd be dead. The Log Lady When this kind of fire starts, it is very hard to put out. The tender boughs of innocence burn first, and the wind rises, and then all goodness is in jeopardy.