“Oh, how I longed to burst through the doors and go walking through the streets, with my hands open, like weapons!”

“Just then the door flew open, and Ambrose burst through, yelling like a madman and swinging a battle-ax in one hand.”

“When God opens a door, you have to take His hand and walk through it. Even when you have doubts.”

“(Streets of Sorrow)Oh, farewell you streets of sorrowOh, farewell you streets of painI'll not return to feel more sorrowThrough the years I've lived through terrorAnd in the darkened streets, the painOh, how I long to find some solaceIn my mind, I curse the strainSo, farewell, you streets of sorrowAnd, farewell, you streets of pain”

“I have become my own version of an optimist. If I can't makeit through one door, I'll go through another door -- or I'llmake a door. Something terrific will come no matter how darkthe present.”

“If I can't make it through one door, I'll go through another door- or i'll make a door. Something terrific will come no matter how dark the present.”