Jessica is not playing around. If she’s hitting your chest with her finger, you can be certain there will be a bruise there the next day. Usually, she’s like, “Oh, I’m sorry,” after that, but she’s not trying to hurt you. She just fights so hard for what her character wants. That’s what you aspire to, as an actor. You want to get what your character wants, and she does that. She’s affected emotionally, when she doesn’t get it or she feels threatened. It’s amazing to watch her work. - Evan Peters


You know, when I was a child, I’d come home after school to an empty house. My father had flown the coop, and my mother worked as a maid in a hotel. It was lonely, so I brought in a baby squirrel I’d found, and kept him in a shoe box. And then, one day, when I came home, he looked sickly. He was dead already, but I didn’t know that. I’d forgotten to… feed him for a couple days. So I took him out of the box and I laid him on the table and I prayed my heart out for several hours. And when my mother came home and found us, she screamed bloody murder. She picked him up and threw him in the garbage. She worked hard, my mother. She was exhausted, and she couldn’t have known how cruel that was. But I cried and cried, saying, “God didn’t answer my prayers!” I remember… my mother was pouring herself a whiskey; the Martin family cure for everything. She looked at me and laughed. “God always answers our prayers, Judy. It’s just rarely… the answer we’re looking for.”


At the end of a storm is a golden sky the bright silver song of a lark. Walk on through the wind. Walk on through the rain. Though your dreams may be tossed and blown walk on, walk on with hope in your heart. And you’ll never walk alone. You’ll never walk a… But she was alone. A tiny, little fragile thing out, out in the world, in the gloaming. And the storm that came was not rain and it was not wind. It was something altogether else.