Log Lady: [voiceover] Pie. Whoever invented the pie? Here was a great person. In Twin Peaks, we specialize in cherry pie and huckleberry pie. We do have many other types of pie, and at the Double R Diner, Norma knows how to make them all better than anyone I have ever known. I hope Norma likes me. I know I like her and respect her. I have spit my pitch gum out of my mouth onto her walls and floors and sometimes onto her booths. Sometimes I get angry and do things I'm not proud of. I do love Norma's pies. I love pie with coffee.

Log Lady: [voiceover] So now the sadness comes -- the revelation. There is a depression after an answer is given. It was almost fun not knowing. Yes, now we know. At least we know what we sought in the beginning. But there is still the question: why? And this question will go on and on until the final answer comes. Then the knowing is so full, there is no room for questions.

Log Lady: [voiceover] Sometime ideas, like men, jump up and say 'hello'. They introduce themselves, these ideas, with words. Are they words? These ideas speak so strangely. All that we see in this world is based on someone's ideas. Some ideas are destructive, some are constructive. Some ideas can arrive in the form of a dream. I can say it again: some ideas arrive in the form of a dream.

Log Lady: [voiceover] Sometimes -- well, let's say all times -- things are changing. We are judged as human beings on how we treat our fellow human beings. How do you treat your fellow human beings? At night, just before sleep, as you lay by yourself in the dark, how do you feel about yourself? Are you proud of your behavior? Are you ashamed of your behavior? You know in your heart if you have hurt someone -- you know. If you have hurt someone, don't wait another day before making things right. The world could break apart with sadness in the meantime.

Log Lady: [voiceover] Sometimes nature plays tricks on us and we imagine we are something other than what we truly are. Is this a key to life in general? Or the case of the two-headed schizophrenic? Both heads thought the other was following itself. Finally, when one head wasn't looking, the other shot the other right between the eyes, and, of course, killed himself.

Log Lady: [voiceover] Sometimes we want to hide from ourselves -- we do not want to be us -- it is too difficult to be us. It is at these times that we turn to drugs or alcohol or behavior to help us forget that we are ourselves. This of course is only a temporary solution to a problem which is going to keep returning, and sometimes these temporary solutions are worse for us than the original problem. Yes, it is a dilemma. Is there an answer? Of course there is: as a wise person said with a smile: "The answer is within the question."

Log Lady: [voiceover] The beautiful thing about treasure is that it exists. It exists to be found. How beautiful it is to find treasure. Where is the treasure, that when found, leaves one eternally happy? I think we all know it exists. Some say it is inside us -- inside us one and all. That would be strange. It would be so near. Then why is it so hard to find, and so difficult to attain?

Log Lady: [voiceover] The heart -- it is a physical organ, we all know. But how much more an emotional organ -- this we also know. Love, like blood, flows from the heart. Are blood and love related? Does a heart pump blood as it pumps love? Is love the blood of the universe?

Log Lady: [voiceover] There are clues everywhere -- all around us. But the puzzle maker is clever. The clues, although surrounding us, are somehow mistaken for something else. And the something else -- the wrong interpretation of the clues -- we call our world. Our world is a magical smoke screen. How should we interpret the happy song of the meadowlark, or the robust flavor of a wild strawberry?

Log Lady: [voiceover] There is a sadness in this world, for we are ignorant of many things. Yes, we are ignorant of many beautiful things -- things like the truth. So sadness, in our ignorance, is very real. The tears are real. What is this thing called a tear? There are even tiny ducts -- tear ducts -- to produce these tears should the sadness occur. Then the day when the sadness comes -- then we ask: "Will this sadness which makes me cry -- will this sadness that makes me cry my heart out -- will it ever end?" The answer, of course, is yes. One day the sadness will end.

Log Lady: [voiceover] 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.

Log Lady: For your information, I heard you speaking about Laura Palmer?
Dale Cooper: Yes?
Log Lady: One day my log will have something to say about this. My log saw something that night.
Dale Cooper: Really? What did it see?
Log Lady: Ask it.

Pete Martell: Audrey, there are many cures for a broken heart. But nothing quite like a trout's leap in the moonlight.

Pete Martell: She's dead... Wrapped in plastic.

Pete: I owe it all to the immortal Master: José Raúl Capablanca. If there's chessboards in heaven, you'll find Jose sittin' across from the Lord.