I don't really distinguish between sympathy and honesty when I'm writing. The two go together - I'm interested in inhabiting my characters seeing the world through their eyes.

Since this war began our sympathy has gone out to all the suffering people who have been dragged into it. Further hundreds of millions have become involved since I spoke at Limerick fortnight ago.

I didn't go to university. Didn't even finish A-levels. But I have sympathy for those who did.

My mother listened to all the news from the camp during the strike. She said little especially when my father or the men who worked for him were about I remember her instinctive and unhesitating sympathy for the miners.

I'm not going to give a courtesy gift to a person who's going to win and I'm not going to give a sympathy gift to a person who's going to lose.

I don't care about sympathy. I care about playing a character who's understandable and clear.

But what you could perhaps do with in these days is a word of most sincere sympathy. Your movement is carried internally by so strong a truth and necessity that victory in one form or another cannot elude you for long.

I feel sympathy for the working class lad. I've always championed about ticket prices and try to equate that to people's salaries.

There's no greater way to gain an audience's sympathy than by being unfortunate.

Whether rich people make money or lose money they get no sympathy from the public.