Being Pretty Crazy While Being Chased By

I Love Horror Movies Because They're Really Fun. They Tap Into Those Wonderful Primal Emotions.

I'll Have That Inscribed On My Damn Grave. I Still Get Stopped For Being Lois Lane, And I'm 60 And Have Two Grandchildren. So It's Kind Of Weird.

I'm Not Going Back To Acting Class, Although I've Thought Of It. The Classic Training That People Get Usually When They Start Out, I Never Had, And I Always Felt And Still Feel The Lack Of It, So There's A Lot Of Basic Stuff That I Just Don't Have A Clue About.

Peter Biskind's Easy Riders, Raging Bulls Was Made All About Drugs, When To Most Of Us, That Just Meant Pot And Magic Mushrooms. He Made It Seem Like We Were All Shooting Heroin Into Our Eyeballs. But That's Part Of The Whole '60s And What It Represented: Feminism And Civil Rights And Trying To Stop The War. Hopefully We're Starting To See Some Of That Optimism Again, Through The Excitement Around Barack Obama.

I Still Get Stopped By Those Freaky Fundamentalists Going "oh, I'm So Glad You Did Tribulation." And I Wanna Go, "don't Count Me Into Your Group, Honeybuns. I'm Not One Of You."