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I do have a blurred memory of sitting on the stairs and trying over and over again to tie one of my shoelaces, but that is all that comes back to me of school itself.

You can't be aware of everything. You'd fall down the stairs if you were aware of every intricate thing involved in going down stairs.

I always walk up the escalator on the Tube, and I live in a house with a lot of stairs, and that's good exercise, but you need more than that.

I would always fall down the big main staircase in our house. My favorite thing in the world was to pretend to be horribly killed at the top of it, and to fall dramatically down to the bottom of it.

I don't do stairs. And I don't do groups.

When I first came down stairs, for two or three minutes I went down cellar to the water closet.

Why does my brain insist on counting the steps every time I walk up a flight of stairs? I just can't help myself. There's something about my mind that always wants to keep counting.

Maybe since I was 35 years old it was time to go upstairs.

My idea of working out is going upstairs in my apartment.