“I love to tease men with my legs.”

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.

In essence, I’m a sophisticated cotton picker.

I’m a dirt person. I trust the dirt. I don’t trust diamonds and gold.

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.

You can always count on the New York Times to cut your legs off.

Why is my leg broken on the ski trip and not anyone else’s?’ And I think that medicine has done a terrible job of addressing that spiritual violation.

When I marched with Martin Luther King in Selma, I felt my legs were praying.

For many of us the march from Selma to Montgomery was about protest and prayer. Legs are not lips and walking is not kneeling. And yet our legs uttered songs.

Like most girls I’m always really self-conscious about do I look fat, if my legs are short, if I’m weird shaped, but when I go on stage, man, it never occurs to me. I think I look beautiful.

Even without words, our march was worship. I felt my legs were praying.

She’d barely covered up her long, tan legs in a pair of shorts that made me want to go to church on Sunday just to thank God for creating her. – Beau