“As you sit on the hillside, or lie prone under the trees of the forest, or sprawl wet-legged by a mountain stream, the great door, that does not look like a door, opens.”
“... A wet night. They are going home together under an umbrella. They stop on the door to press their wet cheeks together.”
“Lies can open up the doors to imagination.”
“Knock and it shall be opened.' But does knocking mean hammering and kicking the door like a maniac?”
“Elizabeth's voice had a door in it. When you opened that door you found another door, and that door opened yet another door. All the doors were nice and led out of her.”
“A tree looks a lot taller in the desert than it does in the forest.”