Dreams are doorways into other dimensions that you forget…

Floating upward through a confusion of dreams and memory, curving like a trout through the rings of previous risings, I surface. My eyes open.…

— Wallace Stegner

“Shadowy figures watched them from doorways, as shadowy figures are wont to fucking do.”

— Jesse Bullington

What’s with her?” says the painter. “She’s mad because she’s a woman,” Jon says. This is something I haven’t heard for years, not since…

— Margaret Atwood

Good questions work on us, we don't work on them. They are not a project to be completed but a doorway opening onto greater…

— Peter Block

Your very eyes. How they have always been for me the command to obey, the inviolable and beautiful commandment. No, no, I'm not telling…

— Robert Walser

I was tired of men. Hanging in doorways, standing too close, men who made you love them then changed their minds.

— Janet Fitch

It comes down to risk, again and again. If you risk coming out, if you risk making pictures that aren’t good, you might discover…

— Joel Meyerowitz

I am sorry I ran from you. I am still running, running from that knowledge, that eye, that love from which there is no…

— Annie Dillard

Times like this it did seem real I was leaving, and even more that my family, and this life, would go on without me.…

— Sarah Dessen

She was standing in the airport of Copenhagen, staring at a doorway, trying to figure out if it was (a) a bathroom and (b)…

— Maureen Johnson

The world is full of people who have stopped listening to themselves.

— Joseph Campbell

Now that I'm out and I'm shouting in doorways Freed from a love more like murder I should be singing but in liberation Feel…

— Andy Partridge

Shamanism is a path of knowledge, not of faith, and that knowledge cannot come from me or anyone else in this reality. To acquire…

— Michael Harner

Yelena.” I halted in the doorway, looking back over my shoulder. “You once said I wasn’t ready to believe your reason for killing Reyad.…

— Maria V. Snyder

Now I'm starting to think he wasn't supposed to be my whole life, he was just this doorway to me.

— Barbara Kingsolver