It comes down to something really simple: Can I visualize myself playing those scenes? If that happens, then I know that I will probably end up doing it.

I do love acting. But to work as a photojournalist would have been extraordinary.

When I am home for like a two-year stretch, I get antsy, because I want to work.

For me, nothing has ever taken precedence over being a mother and having a family and a home.

This idea of selfishness as a virtue, as opposed to generosity: That, to me, is unnatural.

I am coming to the end of acting. I have a list: another stage production, maybe one or two more movies, one more season of American Horror Story. . . and then that is it for me. Because I think that's enough. I want to go out with a bang. . . or should I say, a scare?

I am tortured when I am away from my family, from my children. I am horribly guilt-ridden.