I have a stepladder. It's a very nice stepladder but it's sad that I never knew my real ladder.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I've never been one to look up the ladder. I've always looked down the ladder. As long as there's one guy down there, I'm fine.
I don't know if anybody has moved up the ladder more quickly than I have.
Now I'm this far up the ladder and I've got so much farther to go with what I want to achieve with it.
I don't believe in kicking away ladders. By that, I mean the ladders by which I ascended as a young writer, small magazines that didn't pay anything, and that sort of thing.
I care so much less, now, about going up the ladder; if I cared about the ladder I would be doing it all very wrong.
I come from the bottom of the ladder. I'm from Norwich. Not many people seem to know about it.
I'm not trying to climb a ladder - I'm casting a bit of a net.
You cannot push any one up a ladder unless he be willing to climb a little himself.
My stepson is a caring, considerate, worthy human being.
I don't even like walking up a ladder; I'm petrified of heights.