“Stairs, are they going up or are they going down? They’re so confusing! If love were a physical thing, it would be stairs.”
“They were tower stairs, a tight corkscrew down. The spiraling descent made Karou dizzy: down, around, down, around, hypnotic, until it seemed as if she were caught in a purgatory of stairs and would go down like this forever.”
“We are all on the stairs, my friend; some of us are going down, some us are going up!”
“Now let us go, love, down the winding stair,With fingers intertwined...”
“Where do these stairs go?They go up!”
“Should I go up one flight of stairs and then come back down, or should I go down one flight of stairs and then come back up? Same destination, same distance, same amount of work, but two different paths. Who knows, I might find love on one path. Probably the path I don’t choose. ”