I love costumes. My dream growing up was always to have my own costume and prop shop.

We're all used to seeing pretty people. I want to see real people.

I need a costume to be convinced that I'm somebody else. Otherwise, it's just me. It's just Amy saying lines. I haven't really become somebody else. And what's the fun in that?

My mother always said 'Don't bother other people.' I think that's good advice.

There is nothing wrong with not wanting to be a hospitable person and have groups of people in your home touching your personables.

Fire had an almost magical quality that suggested anything was possible. Early on, man even believed that fire was a god that had to be fed with animal sacrifices in order to burn brightly. Today we have evolved a long way from this ridiculous notion of a 'fire god' and now rightfully understand God to be a bearded being who lives amongst the clouds and hates Jews and homosexuals.

Gift-wrap the framed artwork on your walls and rehang them - what's nicer than a wall of presents to look at?