Quotes About Name

What's the dog called?Jason asked. Feraclestinius Androbrelium Pathershin the Seventh. No, I meant his entire name.

What's the dog called?' Jason asked. 'Feraclestinius Androbrelium Pathershin the Seventh.' 'No, I meant his entire name.' 'To abbreviate, I call him Feracles.

God, the name Susan is so ugly. It reminds me of the word sinus.

You just said your name was Pat." "No. I was wrong," I say sternly, staring directly at him. "I was wrong about my name being Pat. My name is Marcus.

I don't trust anyone named Gavin.

When I need somebeast to tell me m'name I'll jolly well ask m'self. Pish tush! The very idea, tellin' a chap his own moniker!

Well, I've always wanted to call my son Barr. Like a tavern? Like a soap ? My father's name is Barr. Oh. And I love it!

Alas, the historical name is 'actor-network-theory', a name that is so awkward, so confusing, so meaningless that it deserves to be kept.

Let's be friends based on mutual hate. - Wallace Wells Listen to this, okay? Just listen. You hear that? That's' market bacon hitting the pan. Today a child is born unto us, and his name will be bacon. - Wallace Wells

Little princess, lovely as the dawn, well named Aurore.

Buck's girlfriend went by the porny name of Miracle though she had a master's in computer science from Florida State.

Some crazy shithead with a .38--it's the story of America, isn't it?' 'We live in violent times. That's what they say.' 'Guys like that, they give violence a bad name.

Isn't it confusing to have the same name as that scientist guy?" It took me a moment to understand. Was he pulling my leg? Finally, it dawned on me. "I am that scientist guy," I answered. He paused and then smiled. "Sorry. That's my problem. I thought it was yours too.

What's yuh firs' name? VICARRO: Silva. JAKE: How do you spell it? VICARRO: S-I-L-V-A. JAKE: Silva! Like a silver lining! Ev'ry cloud has got a silver lining. What does that come from? The Bible? VICARRO: (sitting on the steps) No. The Mother Goose Book.

The only spirit that ever gave me a name was St. Tammany whom reassured me of my future success early on and kept saying the name Matthew Edward Hall whom i predict will be a prophet or future savior of some sort. I've confirmed St. Tammany to be Tamanend, the only Native American Saint.

The trickster, the Mother Confessor said. I told you that was our name for him»

Really? A Confession flower. Why would it be called that? Because a confession is a revelation of the truth. Truth is pure. White is pure. Thus the name.

The creature is a night wisp. Her name is Shar. A night wisp cannot be seen in the day, only at night. Shar is part of the magic that helped me cross the boundary; she was my guide. Without her, I would have been lost.

This, of course, was back in the days when 'Caesar' wasn't a title – it was just a man's name, meaning, oddly enough, 'long-haired'. You know, like Barbarians. At all events, Burebista was sufficiently concerned about Caesar's ambitions to send a message to Caesar's arch-rival, Pompey, offering him military support in return

My name is immaterial,' she said. That's a pretty name,' said Rincewind.

Letitia! What a name. Halfway between a salad and a sneeze.

Luck is my middle name, said Rincewind, indistinctly. Mind you, my first name is Bad.

My name is unpronounceable in your tongue, woman," it said. "I'll be the judge of that," warned Granny, and added, "Don't call me woman." "Very well. My name is WxrtHltl-jwlpklz," said the demon smugly.

Granny looked up at the zombie. He was - or, technically, had been - a tall, handsome man. He still was, only now he looked like someone who had walked through a room full of cobwebs. 'What's your name, dead man?' she said.