Love is a door leading to a better existence. But knock before entering, because behind that door I think grandpa’s taking a shit.

I was in love. Either that, or I was knocking on the wrong door. But it didn’t matter, because nobody answered.

I’m a door-to-door salesman. I sell doors. If I can’t knock on yours, because you don’t have a door to knock on, I know you’ll be interested in what I’m selling.

I can draw like it’s nobody’s business. I use my door as a canvas, so don’t knock, because it’s nobody’s business.

Knocking on a door is so violent. Talk on the door. Try to get it to open up through communication, not violence.

Knocking on a door is so violent. Instead, try talking to the door to get it to open up to you. I should write a self-help book for door-to-door salesmen.

Part of the early Who career was all about knocking people’s confidences out.