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?

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

I like to work in costumes, makeup, and hair that allow me tremendous freedom.

I never just slide through anything. I explore everything to the fullest, whether good or bad.

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

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