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 stand ready to lead us down a different path where we're lifted up by our desire to succeed not dragged down by a resentment of success.

Society is a republic. When an individual tries to lift themselves above others they are dragged down by the mass either by ridicule or slander.

The other inmates stand in a long straight line flanked by guards and I am dragged past them. I do not respect them because they will not run - will not try to escape.

I'm not squeamish at all. As a child I dragged a dead squirrel home on my skateboard and cut it open and tried to look at its brain.

The debates of that great assembly are frequently vague and perplexed seeming to be dragged rather than to march to the intended goal. Something of this sort must I think always happen in public democratic assemblies.

My parents are both very funny but they're also relatively soft-spoken normal human beings while I'm just a lunatic. I don't know where this loud ballsy hammy ridiculousness came from. I'm just glad I followed my goals and my parents did too. It's not like we even had a plan when I dragged my mom to Los Angeles.

But I didn't really enjoy my secondary education that much probably because I am a very physical person and don't enjoy sitting at a desk all day. I just dragged myself through GCSE and A Levels so it suited me very much to go on to drama school which was very active.

When we are dealing with death we are constantly being dragged down by the event: Humor diverts our attention and lifts our sagging spirits.

My dad dragged me to a Bruce Springsteen concert as a kid. It was my first concert but I fell asleep in the middle. My second concert was Weezer on the 'Pinkerton' tour and 'Pinkerton' is the reason why I'm doing this.

On a royal birthday every house must fly a flag or the owner would be dragged to a police station and be fined twenty-five rubles.

My culture-deprived aspirational mother dragged me once a month from our northern suburb - where the word art never came up - to the Art Institute of Chicago. I hated it.