I never felt like I belonged in Minnesota when I was growing up there. That's why I was out the door as soon as I turned 18.
I see the new Latin artist as a pioneer, opening up doors for others to follow. And when they don't open, we crowbar our way in.
A lot of gay men have a lot of sex. That's what we do. But I've stopped all that-the revolving door into my bedroom. Promiscuity. That was of its day, really.
We Brits print banknotes out in Debden in Essex, and have contracted it out to the private sector. Here in the U.S. it is a government operation right in the heart of Washington next door to the Holocaust Museum.
There are certain things you learn to do as a parent - using every single part of your body because you're multitasking all the time. You're holding the baby and you're closing the door with your left foot.
My door was open part of the time, and part of the time I tried to get a nap and their voices annoyed me, and I closed it. I kept it open in summer more or less, and closed in winter.
When I get ready to go out, it's half hour and we're out of the door. I don't want to waste time getting ready: I want to go and have fun.
Just the other day, it seems, the kids were running through the house, slamming doors, breaking glass, making noise. Time goes by so quickly. Sometimes everything seems so fleeting.
But first, the news: The House of Commons was sealed off today after police chased an escaped lunatic through the front door during Prime Minister's question time. A spokesman at Scotland Yard said it was like looking for a needle in a haystack.
Two special agents at the front door pulled me outside. By that time, they had already had the house surrounded with loaded weapons, machine guns, shotguns... about 25 federal agents.
Everyone who turns up on 'X Factor' does it because a door has been closed to them at some time in their lives, and this is the only shot they have got.
Some of the higher price of L.A. real estate does reflect the intrinsic pleasure of living there, as I'm reminded every time I walk out my door into the perfect weather.
Ida 'Big Momma' Pollitt: I don't like locked doors in my house.
Albrecht: Are you gonna vanish into thin air again? Eric Draven: I thought I'd use your front door.
William Blake: If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is: infinite.
Narrator: First person that comes out this fucking door gets a... gets a *lead salad*, you understand?
Walt Kowalski: [Looking at the elderly Hmong woman next door] The old hag hates my guts!
Harry: [Barges through the kitchen door after his head is blow-torched] Where are you, you little CREEP?
Vincent Hanna: [singing] By the time I get to Phoenix, we'll be rising. He'll probably leave a note right on the door.
Hit Girl: [to kick-ass] Hey Green asshole! You can't use the front door now!
[running from Randall in the door vault, Sulley and Mike's shadows appear behind a Japanese paper screen] Mike: Come on, it slides, it slides!
