Leave your front door and your back door open.
Allow your thoughts to come and go.
Just don't serve them tea.
My father said: "If you want to catch your girl cheating, you knock on the front door and run to the back, because he's coming out the back."
It's not as if the stories merge to a point where you think they are your life, but you do let them in the front door and the back door, and it's okay that sometimes certain characters stay for dinner.
I've always said that I'm an employee and I respect that status but I'm the type of guy who walks in the front door and I'll walk out the front door if it's not right.
When enthusiasm runs in the front door, worry runs out the back door.
I shut the front door upon Christ and Einstein, and at the back door hold out a welcoming hand to little frogs and periwinkles. I believe nothing of my own that I have ever written. I cannot accept that the products of minds are subject-matter for beliefs.
But again, to dealing with border security, is an issue that - it's like having a fire in the back of your house that you need to put out first before you talk about who, who you're going to let in the front door.
Mexico is the front door to South America - and the back door to the states.
We have to find the back door to peoples' hearts because the front door is heavily guarded.
I don't think it's a very Christian thing to come in by the back door rather than the front door.
Glory never arrives through the front door. She sneaks in uninvited round the back or through an upstairs window while you are sleeping.
Attend your children's athletic events. There's nothing better than watching your child succeed while absolutely loving the opportunity to play in front of you.
I love writing. I'm not particularly comfortable in the actual world - I'm much more comfortable on the page. So if I could have a life where I could just slip the pages under the door and somebody would slip me a meal back, then that would be perfect for me.
For a while I shall still be leaving, looking back at you as you slip away into the magic islands of the mind. But for a while now all are alive, believing that in a single poignant hour we did say all that we could ever say in a great flowing out of radiant power. It was like seeing and then going blind.
When Love runs through the front door fear runs out the back.
I come from Beverley in East Yorkshire, and no one there would step outside their front door, or even their back door, on a Saturday night - or any other time, for that matter - unless they were dressed to the nines.