London underground took me on a tour of all the hidden places, the disused shafts and staircases. . . that was very interesting.
The mother is not dying exactly, but has reached a point in life where death is a familiar on the staircase.
What is a staircase, but a corridor improved by elevation?
The way up is a staircase. The way down is a cliff.
Remember: once you have ascertained that you are dealing with hostile intruders, the staircase becomes a free-fire zone.
Grief is a circular staircase.
If time is a staircase, reality is a Slinky.
The stairway to the ministry is not a grand staircase but a back stairwell that leads down to the servants’ quarters.
A tune's like a staircase - walk up on it.
It is a mark of wisdom not to kick away the very step from which we have risen higher. The removal of one step from a staircase brings down the whole of it.
The world is like a grand staircase, some are going up and some are going down.
I loved ghost stories, creaky staircases, stormy nights. If it guaranteed nightmares I read it by flashlight, after midnight.
To have that concentration to act well is like lugging things up staircases in your brain. I think that’s a thing people don’t understand. It is that exhausting. If you’re doing it well, if you’re concentrating the way you need to, if your will and your concentration and emotional and imagination and emotional life are all in tune, concentrated and working together in that role, that is just like lugging weights upstairs with your head…And I don’t think that should get any easier.
