I've probably said a million times in my life something about, "All those people are just lemmings. They'd follow each other off a cliff." Well, no such thing.

I just count myself really lucky to have a career that I love and that continues to pay my rent.

Since I always go to work as Elvira, maybe a giant version of a cat. A black cat. I love cats and I think Elvira would look really good sitting on one.

Actually, when I was little I even dreamed about riding a black cat.

I have a lot of good days I'd like to relive, but that [ the day my daughter was born] was one that's still with me.

I sort of don't remember anything I did in the '70s.

I'm driving down the freeway the other day, on my way to Knott's Scary Farm probably, and I hear this report on NPR that the whole lemmings thing was faked in the 1950s. They were shooting a wildlife documentary in the '50s, they found a group of lemmings, and the crew chased them all off a cliff. No lemming has ever jumped off a cliff, purposefully, ever. Isn't that unbelievable?