“I don't need an invitation to step over your threshold. -Cristophe”
“Seriously, I don't need a gun. I'm easily annoyed. I would shoot people in my house that I invited over. ”
“I gulped, then stepped over the threshold into the house where I'd lived as a boy. After eighteen long years of wandering, I had finally come home.”
“And I know I need to invite him over for dinner, because there's no question. This is serious.”
“And perhaps in this is the whole difference; perhaps all the wisdom, and all truth, and all sincerity, are just compressed into that inappreciable moment of time in which we step over the threshold of the invisible.”
“This is embarrassing,” Mr. Haffey informed me. I winked at him. “What, Mrs. Haffey never carried you over the threshold on your wedding night?”