If there are no doors go through the walls.

Every wall is a door.

Opportunity knocks on closed doors; importunity kicks them down.

Time flutters at every window; space floats in every doorway.

Every exit is an entrance.

Live well; paint doors; hang art.

At every door we abandon something.

The future is the door we haven’t yet opened.

Behind the door, all families war.

The wall, the floor, the door, the more.

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