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“Seattle is for people who love culture, but refuse to sacrifice their wild nature to attain it.”
― Kimberly Kinrade, Seduced by Innocence

“What we need, is a break out. Out of our lives, out of Seattle, out of the dumb script of girl.”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, Dora: A Headcase

“And it’d be very hard to make up something as strange as the Dutch tulipmania in the seventeenth century, for example. Or the mysterious case of Thomas Clapper. Or the entire civic history of Seattle, Washington.”
― Stephen Briggs Terry Pratchett, Turtle Recall: The Discworld Companion . . . So Far

“She was back in western Washington state, where rain was so prevalent that a day of sunshine was the lead story on the local news.”
― Susan Mallery, Barefoot Season

“Their menu points out that: "It took Vikings many centuries to create the smorgasbord. It brings you the fish of the sea, the meats of the range... the fruits of the land and the wings of the sky in a gracious gesture of hospitality and welcomes you to the meal that follows....”
― William C. Speidel, Jr., You Can't Eat Mount Ranier

“After driving 30-minutes East of Seattle, I expect to see a great bowling alley. But, as we pull into the parking lot, all I see are pot holes, a horse and Amish buggy, and no cars to speak of- broken down or otherwise. Even the building is in shambles, needs painted and looks a bit haunted. The old road sign reading- Flicker Lanes- is half-burnt out. Seeing the building's interior lights on, I'm reassured that the place is open- but then again, maybe they've been left on by mistake. "There's LOTS of NICE bowling alleys in SEATTLE," I said. "Why did we come ALL THIS WAY to go BOWLING?"
"I take it that you've never BEEN here before."
"I don't think ANYONE HAS. I don't even KNOW what PLANET we're on."
"I don't know what PLANET you're on either... but the rest of us are on your ANUS."
I half-smile, marveling at his wittiness.”
― Giorge Leedy, Uninhibited From Lust To Love

“Dedicated to all the children and not-so children that live and play in the shadow of the Space Needle that stands in the heart of Seattle, Washington. It is where my heart will always be. Most special of all, this book is dedicated to my granddaughter Lauren. May she live in the shadow of the Space Needle forever and a day.
-Stephen/Dad”
― Stephen Cosgrove, Wheedle on the Needle

“Any local music scene at any point in time can be referred to as derivative of more well-known acts. The line separating influence from imitation is a blurry one. Very few artists are completely original; even great artists build upon what has occurred before, and add their personality and talent to create their own original expression.”
― Stephen Tow, The Strangest Tribe: How a Group of Seattle Rock Bands Invented Grunge