Quotes About Stepladder

So swift was the motion that her bedroom slippers were left standing on the stepladder rungs.

I used to be an airline pilot. I got fired because I kept locking the keys in the plane. They caught me on an 80 foot stepladder with a coat hanger.

He was tall and thin. Maybe six feet two. Maybe a hundred sixty pounds. But only if he had a dollar's worth of pennies in his pocket. All skin and bone, and awkward as a stepladder.

Up close he had pitted skin on his face, unnaturally white, as if it had been treated with chemicals. The pallor made his eyes look dark. He was tall and thin. Maybe six feet two. Maybe a hundred sixty pounds. But only if he had a dollar's worth of pennies in his pocket. All skin and bone, and awkward as a stepladder.

Inside his head, a brain cell used a stepladder to find a high-shelved thought.

Madame Ruelle, the baker's wife—a pretty-voiced woman who smells mostly of yeast but also sometimes of face powder or the sweet perfume of sliced apples—straps a stepladder to the roof of her husband's car and drives the Route de Carentan at dusk with Madame Guiboux and rearranges road signs with a ratchet set.

I have a stepladder. It's a very nice stepladder but it's sad that I never knew my real ladder.

I was so high, I needed a stepladder to scratch my own ass.

I have a stepladder. It's a very nice stepladder but it's sad that I never knew my real ladder.