To be honest, I'm more of a sneaker person. My legs hurt if I wear heels for too long.
I suffer from arachnophobia. I don't mind the tiny spiders so much, it's the ones with their legs covered in thick hair.
The average man is more interested in a woman who is interested in him than he is in a woman with beautiful legs.
My legs have become accustomed to the treadmill. And in L.A., running on the street is asking for a distracted texting driver to knock you over.
Now that I've got some films under my belt, I have the courage of my convictions regarding acting. It gives me a leg to stand on.
I don't tell everyone my life history because if everyone knows your inside-leg measurement, how can you surprise them?
I love this pedal to death. The only way you could keep me from playing one is by chopping off my legs!
I've always loved animals and I always thought that they were, if not better, then the absolute equal of any two legged creature that God ever created.
As a footballer I can't imagine life without the use of one of my legs... Sadly this is exactly what happens to thousands of children every year when they accidentally step on a landmine.
You may fetter my leg, but Zeus himself cannot get the better of my free will.
I meditate and do yoga. I sit cross-legged and try not to levitate too much.
Coming up as a kid, I played middle linebacker and I was very bow-legged, and I wanted to be like the legendary Dick Butkus.
Even the most beautiful legs - Marlene Dietrich's, for instance - look better when the kneecap is covered.
I'm very proud of 'Calvary.' It's been doing well; it has legs. It's no easy ride. It packs a punch, this one.
I've seen many politicians paralyzed in the legs as myself, but I've seen more of them who were paralyzed in the head.
Stand up and walk. Move on. After all, you have perfect legs to stand on.
I could get into bed with James Bond, then take my false leg off and it would really be a gun.
I can't deny that label-support gave me a leg up - though not every successful artist needs it.
Frances Stevens: You want a leg or a breast? John Robie: You make the choice.
Jerome: [to Vincent while his legs are in vices and healing] Wanna go dancing?
I love Bill Clinton. I think we should make him king. I'm talking the red robe, the turkey leg - everything.
