You need mountains, long staircases don't make good hikers.

"Are you going to tell me what that was about?" Adam asked as we went back upstairs.

Shut up!" Eve yelled from somewhere upstairs. "Jackass!

"Coach Hedge came pounding up the stairs with Hazel at his hooves.

Writers don't make any money at all. We make about a dollar. It is terrible. But then again we don't work either. We sit around in our underwear until noon then go downstairs and make coffee, fry some eggs, read the paper, read part of a book, smell the book, wonder if perhaps we ourselves should work on our book, smell the book again, throw the book across the room because we are quite jealous that any other person wrote a book, feel terribly guilty about throwing the schmuck's book across the room because we secretly wonder if God in heaven noticed our evil jealousy, or worse, our laziness. We then lie across the couch facedown and mumble to God to forgive us because we are secretly afraid He is going to dry up all our words because we envied another man's stupid words. And for this, as I said, we are paid a dollar. We are worth so much more.

"Stairs," Valkyrie said, disappointed.

"The staircase that was revealed was lit with a soft red glow.

I had a dream about you last night... you were a giant slinky and I watched you fall down the stairs.

"As Kevin climbed the three flights of stairs to his apartment, his brain formulated a vague plan of action. He could not have explained it to anyone or even to himself in coherent sentences. But the outline was there in Kevin's subconscious. It would not only change his life, but many others, as well.

In the haunted house of life, art is the only stair that doesn't creak.

I had a dream about you. You were an escalator, and I was a flight of stairs. You thought I was a Luddite, and I thought I was as ostrich, because I hadn't figured out how to put the fly in flight. One day you broke down, and then you saw that you and I weren't so different after all.

Failures are the stairs we climb to reach success.

I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn't know who I was - I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I'd never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn't know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.

Faith goes up the stairs that love has built and looks out the windows which hope has opened.

Man unlike anything organic or inorganic in the universe grows beyond his work walks up the stairs of his concepts emerges ahead of his accomplishments.

If I have to move up in a building I choose the elevator over the escalator. Because one time I was riding the escalator and I tripped. I fell down the stairs for an hour and a half.

Life is a series of steps. Things are done gradually. Once in a while there is a giant step but most of the time we are taking small seemingly insignificant steps on the stairway of life.

I have piles of poetry books in the bathroom on the stairs everywhere. The only way to write poetry is to read it.

With the help of dedicated Americans from our party every party and no party at all I intend to mount that stairway to preach peace for our nation and world.

I love the old Fred Astaire and Gene Kelly movies they're so beautiful to look at. It's such a shame we don't make them anymore. Although I don't know how you could make tap dancing current and topical.

I loved old black and white movies especially the Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers musicals. I loved everything about them - the songs the music the romance and the spectacle. They were real class and I knew that I wanted to be in that world.

I could wake up six in the morning go downstairs and record. I learned how to use ProTools and everything. Whenever I felt it I could record.

This morning I was laughing at my cat who was running up the stairs and slipped and pretended like it didn't happen.

We climbed the stairs to the third floor where Osama bin Laden died early in the morning of May 2 2011.