“I love to tease men with my legs.”

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?

Dr. Einstein was not successful in school, but he found something in the air from his own imagination and his own brain power, and look what he did.

I am the last of the Mohicans, the creme de la creme of cabaret.

Jewelry, to me, is a pain in the derriere, because you have to be watching it all the time.

Generally the whole entertainment business now is bland.

I used to love it when I walked down the street and construction workers would whistle.

I have to keep testing myself.

Even as a child, I found a way to survive.

I fight for other people better than I fight for myself.

I fling myself down on my back, throw my arms and legs out so that I look like an asterisk, and gaze at the sky.

We may switch presidents, but we`re just going to switch legs and keep on marching.

The people who criticise you will not be the ones taking care of your legs when you are in your wheelchair.

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.