According to an ancient Sardinian legend the bodies of those who are born on Christmas Eve will never dissolve into dust but are preserved until the end of time.

I intend to explode the myths about myself and get down to the real truth about the legend that is Batman.

Every legend moreover contains its residuum of truth and the root function of language is to control the universe by describing it.

Legends die hard. They survive as truth rarely does.

I'm thankful that I have lived long enough to become a legend and I hope I deserve it.

Soon silence will have passed into legend. Man has turned his back on silence. Day after day he invents machines and devices that increase noise and distract humanity from the essence of life contemplation meditation.

I have nothing but respect for the Lakers. So many of their legends shaped who I am as a person and player.

He's a legend and I respect his work so I went down and paid my respects when Charlton was on the set. He was nice but I think he lied a little. He said it was an honour to be in a movie with me but I don't believe it.

I used to go to Bourbon Street when I was a kid and there would be club after club after club of people who were around when the music started. I mean these are legendary maybe not so well known but legendary musicians.

What do I geek out about? What am I? Hmmm. I love movies. I watch movies. I like big sweeping epics like Ed Zwick stuff: 'The Last Samurai ' 'Legends of the Fall ' 'Blood Diamond ' 'Glory.'