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

“I went down to the 24-hour grocery. When I got there, the guy was locking the front door. I said, 'Hey, the sign says you’re open 24 hours. He said, 'Yes, but not in a row.”

“… I love 'yes.' It's practically the most interesting word of all, don't you think?" Like a hinge opening a door outward. Yes, yes, yes.”

“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.”

“Well, you know, I look at myself in the morning and yes, yeah I-I am a God.”

““When I get this door open, you’re dead, Jean!“
“When you get that door open? I look forward to many long years of life, then.“”

“When I knocked, the door opened. When I looked, I found.”

“They were or they weren't.
On an island or not.
An ocean or not an ocean
Swallowed them up or it didn't.”

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

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