Sympathy is something that shouldn’t be bestowed upon the Yankees. Apparently it angers them.
I feel sympathy for the working class lad. I’ve always championed about ticket prices and try to equate that to people’s salaries.
I’ve always thought of acting as more of an exercise in empathy, which is not to be confused with sympathy. You’re trying to get inside a certain emotional reality or motivational reality and try to figure out what that’s about so you can represent it.
Criticism in the universities, I’ll have to admit, has entered a phase where I am totally out of sympathy with 95% of what goes on. It’s Stalinism without Stalin.
Only by joy and sorrow does a person know anything about themselves and their destiny. They learn what to do and what to avoid.