“I love to tease men with my legs.”

Live theater to me is much more free than the movies or television.

I am a mother and I know the feeling of having a baby come out of my gut.

The audience has always been my best director.

If you’re looking for immediate rewards, you’re only looking for the money.

I was an illegitimate, well, I still am an illegitimate child.

I was given away. If your mother gives you away, you think everybody who comes into your life is going to give you away.

Whenever I walk out on a stage, I’m begging for affection.

Greed is so destructive. It destroys everything.

I was considered an ugly duckling.

I am the original ‘Material Girl.’

I had almost three acres of land in Beverly Hills. And I had a big atrium of chickens because I love that feeling of being in the country and living from the soil.

Don’t depend on other people to be responsible for you. Don’t make yourself stressed out over nonsensical things like material things.

I used to teach dance lessons.

You don’t move just because you want to go from this point to that point – the body has to be using the words as well as you vocally use the words.

Having my animals or my children with me exorcises that feeling of not being wanted.

I do think that same gender partners should be able to be married. Why not? If you share a life together than who in the world should have anything to say about it?

I’m in no hurry: the sun and the moon aren’t, either. Nobody goes faster than the legs they have.

I think there’s a little me hiding behind your leg, Chichi.” “I’m Goten.” “I’m Goku. Hi!” …. “Daddy!

The legs that I have made are far more perfect than the ones nature would have given me – my mother’s side of the family have awful legs.

I don’t know what it’s like to be an arm amputee, or have even one flesh-and-bone leg, or to have cerebral palsy.

In the same way the lifted leg of an arabesque becomes a wing, and not a mechanical leverage like a raised trap door.

A huge breast, an avid cave; between her legs snakes, swamp-grass, or teeth; on her lap a helpless infant or a martyred son. She exists for one purpose: to bear and nourish the son.

It’s not just the end of a chicken leg, it really is – imagine the cartilage of game meat.

I’m really good in pain. I snapped my leg in half on stage and played a whole show. But I can’t sit there with someone that loves me.