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Sometimes just getting out of the house and doing something you haven't done in a long time (or never done!) can open up the doors to musical inspiration. Ken Hill
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keeps all doors open as long as possible until the real opportunities start to shape themselves.
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His parents always opened their doors to us.
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To get 3,000 students through two doors in 15 minutes is an impossibility, ... The University can figure out that you can open more doors. It doesn't take much to do it.
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I think (Texas Western coach) Don Haskins probably opened a lot of doors for a lot of people. I can't identify totally with the African-American players, but I can identify as a woman doing things you're not supposed to do. That has been in my thoughts.
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I have extended a hand of friendship to Pakistan, our doors are open to everyone who wants to talk to me calmly, Manmohan Singh
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The eidolons started pounding on the door. 'Who is it?' Leo called. 'Valdez!' 'Valdez who? Rick Riordan
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I touched the combination lock. I concentrated so hard I felt like I was dead-lifting five hundred pounds. My pulse quickening. A line of sweat trickled down my nose. Finally I felt gears turning. Metal groaned, tumblers clicked, and the bolts popped back. Carefully avoiding the handle, I pried open the door with my fingertips and extracted an unbroken vial of green liquid. Hal exhaled. Thalia kissed me on the cheek, which she probably shouldn't haven't done while I was holding a tube of deadly poison. "You are so good," she said. Did that make the risk worth? Yeah, pretty much.
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When I left Merle was wearing a bungalow apron and rolling pie crust. She came to the door wiping her hands on the apron and kissed me on the mouth and began to cry and ran back into the house, leaving the doorway empty [...] I had a funny feeling as I saw the house disappear, as though I had written a poem and it was very good and I had lost it and would never remember it again. (p. 262) Raymond Chandler