“When I was a kid, we actually lived in a house that had been divided in two at one point, which meant that one room in our house opened up onto a brick wall. And I was convinced all I had to do was just open it the right way and it wouldn't be a brick wall. So I'd sidle over to the door and I'd pull it open.” WayTwoKidsHouseRoomsDoorsWallConvincedDividedRight WayBricksBrick Wall Author:Neil Gaiman
“Now, to tell my story--if not as it ought to be told, at least as I can tell it,--I must go back sixteen years, to the days when Whitbury boasted of forty coaches per diem, instead of one railway, and set forth how in its southern suburb, there stood two pleasant house side by side, with their gardens sloping down to the Whit, and parted from each other only by the high brick fruit-wall, through which there used to be a door of communication; for the two occupiers were fast friends.” IfsYearsI CanTwoBookStoriesUsedHouseSidesDoorsCommunicationWallOughtGardenFruitCoachesUsed To BePleasantFortySouthernBricksSuburbsSixteenRailway Book:Two years ago ... Third edition Source: Two years ago ... Third edition
“After the door of a woman's heart has once swung on its silent hinges, a man thinks he can prop it open with a brick and go away and leave it.” ThinkingMenHeartDoorsSilentGoing AwayBricksPropsHinges Book:The Spinster Book Source: The Spinster Book
“But I'm not saying anything because I've just noticed the brick. Or rather the lack of brick. Of course, some of the dark shapes on the floor probably are bricks, but they don't look like my brick. The one that can be up against the door. But isn't.” LooksCoursesDarkDoorsShapesBricks Author:Nicky Singer
“The place that I worked I used to joke about it. There was a, every morning at 10:30 I'd come into work and I'd go into this cubicle that had a little upright piano and fake white cork bricks on the wall, and a little slate that came out of the wall that you could actually write on. And a door that locked from the outside. Every day from 10 to 6, we'd go in there and pretend that we were 13 year old girls and write these songs. That was the gig.” WritingYearsLittlesUsedSongGirlWhiteMorningDoorsWallJokesPianoFakeLockedEvery MorningBricksGigsSlateCorkCubicles Author:Al Kooper