The man with the most guns survives the zombie apocalypse, but the man with the most books, locks the door and forgets it ever happened.
I haven't shut any doors, and I'm really open to anything, so I think it's just about the material and what is going to get made.
An actor entering through the door, you've got nothing. But if he enters through the window, you've got a situation.
My next-door neighbor's two dogs have created more shovel-ready jobs than this current administration.
Which painting in the National Gallery would I save if there was a fire? The one nearest the door of course.
I have always felt that if a man gives you a solid gold key to his door he is entitled to the courtesy of a visit.
With the R&B, gospel feel that 'Sparkle' has, that opens the door for my fans to be more accepting of that sound and also for me to try it.
Once we open the door to the plutonium economy, we expose ourselves to absolutely terrible, horrifying risks from these people.
When you get into a hotel room, you lock the door, and you know there is a secrecy, there is a luxury, there is fantasy. There is comfort. There is reassurance.
The will to love, the desire to help, and an open mind with gratitude can unlock the door to eternal happiness.
We sat here during Irene in '99 with the back door open. We drank and watched all the stuff fly by.
What I didn't know that by sticking to craft we would blow open some doors that I never saw opened before.
It is literature which for me opened the mysterious and decisive doors of imagination and understanding. To see the way others see. To think the way others think. And above all, to feel.
Sometimes just getting out of the house and doing something you haven't done in a long time (or never done!) can open up the doors to musical inspiration.
Loretta Lynn was one of those ladies a long time ago that opened a lot of doors and paved the way for a lot of ballsy singer-songwriters who weren't just cute.
Doors open to you every time you get a different role. So, yeah, the research is my passion; that's why I keep doing it.
Strange - is it not? That of the myriads who Before us passed the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the road Which to discover we must travel too.
Martha: Simon. Simon: [from behind the locked bathroom door] Simon. Martha: Simon! Simon: Simon. Martha: Si! Simon: ...Mon.
Dr. Edward Morbius: Guilty! Guilty! My evil self is at that door, and I have no power to stop it!
Harald Vanger: I'm not a recluse. I don't close my door to anybody. They just don't visit.
[Bilbo opens the door] Dwalin: Dwalin, at your service. Bilbo Baggins: Um... [bows] Bilbo Baggins: Bilbo Baggins, at yours.
