“An attic’s the afterlife of a house,” said Otille, opening the door. “Or so my mother used to say.”

“I went to a house that was not a house. I opened a door that was not a door. And what I saw, I saw.”

“A Nation spoke to a Nation,
A Queen sent word to a Throne:
‘Daughter am I in my mother's house,
But mistress in my own.
The gates are mine to open,
As the gates are mine to close,
And I set my house in order,'
Said our Lady of the Snows.”

“When we were living in Colorado there was snowfall. Our cat — I’m a cat man — wanted to get out of the house so I opened a door for him but he wouldn’t leave. Just kept on crying. He’d seen snow before and I couldn’t understand it. I kept opening other doors for him and he still wouldn’t leave. Then Ginny said, «Oh, he’s looking for a door into summer». I threw up my hands, told her not to say another word, and wrote the novel «The Door Into Summer» in 13 days.”

“[W]e're creating… an ownership society in this country, where more Americans than ever will be able to open up their door where they live and say, welcome to my house, welcome to my piece of property.”

“I can always tell when you're reading somewhere in the house,' my mother used to say. 'There's a special silence, a reading silence.”

“The workshop door opened and Skulduggery emerged. "Ryan," he said, "stop leaning on my car.”

“Yeah, I said, swallowing and looking out my open door, at the ocean. The answer's yes.”

“Because that's what heaven is… it's opening the door of a house in twilight and everyone you love is there.”

“The purpose of poetry is to remind us
how difficult it is to remain just one person,
for our house is open, there are no keys in the doors,
and invisible guests come in and out at will.”