For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
If history, philosophy and so on vanish from academic life, what they leave in their wake may be a technical training facility or corporate research institute. But it will not be a university in the classical sense of the term, and it would be deceptive to call it one.
Being an actor is the loneliest thing in the world. You are all alone with your concentration and imagination, and that's all you have.

