Underwear Quotes

I love a man who can wear my underwear.

The truth is, I'd never seen a Cary Grant film. Since then I have watched his stuff and it's astounding, but I don't see any similarity between us. Except for the fact that I'm told he used to wear ladies' underwear, which is something I also do.

I don't get sent anything strange like underwear. I get sent cookies.

I spent two weeks prancing around a studio in Queens in my underwear with nine other guys. They were long days. But what the hell, it was Calvin Klein.

I've had lots of kids come up and ask for my autograph, I've had a grandmother stop me and ask me if I know a good place to buy underwear.

I was married for 30 years. Isn't that enough? I've had my share of dirty underwear on the floor.

I think there's something incredibly sexy about a woman wearing her boyfriend's T-shirt and underwear.

You can tell a lot about a person from his underwear.

I got some new underwear the other day. Well, new to me.

In my hand luggage I always have my camera, iPod, make-up bag, tooth brush, cleansing products, clean underwear, socks and a change of clothes in case anything goes missing at the other end - and of course my passport.

I have had fans make me the big picture collages of the photo books; I have had fans send me birthday cakes... sing to me on my voicemail. I have had fans flash me. I have had older fans give me their bras and underwear onstage.

In a way it was like washing your laundry in public and, yep, there you go, you've seen my underwear. And now I feel like there's nothing left, you've seen it all and I can get on.

My mother was always in those films where it's the end of the world and a meteor's about to hit London; there's only six people left, and one of them's in purple underwear. That was always my mother, running from this meteor in purple underwear and spraining her ankle.

I don't always wear underwear. When I'm in the heat, especially, I can't wear it. Like, if I'm wearing a flower dress, why do I have to wear underwear?

My mother was right: When you've got nothing left, all you can do is get into silk underwear and start reading Proust.

I love wearing men's clothing and underwear.

I'm superstitious... but not like wear the same underwear for two weeks superstitious.

Sexual underwear is tacky.

I'm dealing with fools and trolls and soft targets. It's just strafing runs in my underwear before my first cup of coffee. I don't have time for these clowns.

When every piece of furniture and your underwear are taken by the bank, when you lose your house in Florida, in New York, in Amsterdam and L.A., when your wife is dying and your son abandons you, you don't feel very good.

He got up and there were both of us in our underwear and this kid goes through the whole thing again, all the closets, the bathroom, everything else and then he left.

These days, you have the option of staying home, blogging in your underwear, and not having your words mangled. I think I like the direction things are headed.

Domesticity has to mean nesting. Otherwise, six months go by, and you don't know where your underwear is.

I never thought I'd be in a position where people would be talking about my sexuality and saying how good I look in underwear.

So It's not like I go from being this disciplined person who has to get up and go to work to now I just lay around all day in my underwear eating Cheerios. I have this structure. I still have to do this and the difference is I'm doing this for me and my company.

In department stores, so much kitchen equipment is bought indiscriminately by people who just come in for men's underwear.

My deal was that they would use a full-length picture of me in my underwear and a full-length picture of me all done up, and they would write about how long it took and how much it cost, because that was the whole point. It was very liberating.

I once had dinner with Madonna and I wasn't nervous but within about a minute I found myself talking about underwear.

On a good night, I get underwear, bras, and hotel-room keys thrown onstage... You start to think that you're Tom Jones.

I don't like silk underwear. They don't do the job, you know?