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?

Sometimes the odds are against you-the director doesn't know what the hell he's doing, or something falls apart in the production, or you're working with an actor who's just unbearable.

I've never been a sunny personality. I've never been outgoing. I'm a solitary person.

I love men. I've always been drawn to poets, artists, and madmen. Sometimes all three in one

At a certain age, death becomes familiar to you-or a loss becomes familiar-the tragedies that are more commonplace in life.

Families survive, one way or another. You have a tie, a connection that exists long after death, through many lifetimes.

I never think of the future. I never imagine what comes next.