#Names

"Despite his last name, I’ll bet Johnny Cash never had an inflated ego, or needed a wheelbarrow full of last name to go shopping."

"Lolita is famous, not I. I am an obscure, doubly obscure, novelist with an unpronounceable name."

"We seldom realize, for example that our most private thoughts and emotions are not actually our own. For we think in terms of languages and images which we did not invent, but which were given to us by our society."

"The menu is not the meal."

"I take thee at thy word:Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;Henceforth I never will be Romeo."

"With a palindrome of a name, like Bob, I’d be both right thinking and dyslexic. Would you love me more as a Bob, or as a Bob?"

"I am an i poet."

"New streets should be Twitter friendly and be named with hashtags up front. I’d build a house on ‪#‎LoversLane‬."

"If names be not correct, language is not in accordance with the truth of things."

"Since the very beginning, Emeril's had a sense of humor about me calling him names and poking fun at him."

"It ain't what they call you, it's what you answer to."

"William Hurt has a painful last name. Kevin Love has a name perfect for February 14th. But what about Johnny Longdong? Where does he fit?"

"Eddie Money and Johnny Cash should have collaborated. I’d have paid good last name to see them in concert."

"You know how hard it is to feel like an extreme falcon-headed combat machine when somebody calls you "chicken man"?"

"Did someone just call me the wine dude?” he asked in a lazy drawl. “It’s Bacchus, please. Or Mr. Bacchus. Or Lord Bacchus. Or, sometimes, Oh-My-Gods-Please-Don’t-Kill-Me, Lord Bacchus."

"Now you people have names. That's because you don't know who you are. We know who we are, so we don't need names."

"Names and attributes must be accommodated to the essence of things, and not the essence to the names, since things come first and names afterwards."

"Call him Voldemort, Harry. Always use the proper name for things. Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself."

"I had a dream about you. You were writing names and numbers in a book, and I asked if that was a phone book or the Book of Life. You answered in a way that blinded me with light, and I grew afraid. So I said, “Hey, what is that over there?” and I pointed over your shoulder, and when you turned to look I scribbled my name on the bottom of page one."