I was a complete mod and had to wear mod clothes and have a Beatle haircut, and I tried to talk in a Liverpool accent.

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.

If I retire doing the character, I don't think the character has to retire. There will still be caricatures of Elvira. You know, Dracula still works, and he's dead.

I love the old movies from my past, when I was growing up. I just have a special place in my heart for them. They kind of feel like comfort food to me, so watching them is just cozy and warm.

Horror, for me, has to involve some sort of fantasy. Horror is something that is in your dreams or your nightmares.

When I was into The Beatles, I cut my hair into a Beatle haircut, which looked so ridiculously stupid with my little cat-eye glasses that I wore.

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

If ever there was a holiday that deserves to be commercialized, it's Halloween. We haven't taken it away from kids. We've just expanded it so that the kid in adults can enjoy it, too.

I knew I would grow up and wear a costume one day, and that's exactly what happened.

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 ended up spending some time with Jimi Hendrix and hanging out with him, and that was beyond awesome.

More of life seems to live inside us than out. Happiness is when you connect both of them.

Business is a sprint until you find an opportunity, then it's the patience of a marathon runner.

The man who has planted a garden feels that he has done something for the good of the world.

A lot of artists that I've met let me know they're huge fans of mine.

Speak, or I will put a dint in your hat that even a wizard will find hard to deal with!

I didn't want to make the same mistake my parents made. I didn't want my love to fade away one day like an old scar. I wanted it to burn forever.

I wonder if leaves feel lonely when they see their neighbors falling?

You're in my heart, you're in my soul. You'll be my breath, should I grow old.

I don't have the strength to keep writing this. To go on living with this feeling is painful beyond description. Isn't there someone kind enough to strangle me in my sleep?

Don’t worry about your future, Washington will take care of everything for you.