“Reality is a sliding door.”

“Every time I close the door on reality it comes in through the windows.”

“We keep hoping in God while reality keeps knocking at our door.”

“She turned back to the door fishing her key out of her purse. Once the key was in the lock, the door flew open revealing darkness. All she had time for was a squeak before she was abruptly pulled in the house by her shirt. The door slammed shut and locked behind her with a clank of sliding metal.”

“All order, I've come to understand, is theoretical, unreal — a harmless, sensible, smiling mask men slide between the two great, dark realities, the self and the world — two snake pits.”

“My reality is at the end of the dream. When I walk down the road of life, searching for the door that will guide me to my reality, I am merely walking to confirm there is nothing there.”