names

It's poor judgment', said Grandpa 'to call anything by a name. We don't know what a hobgoblin or a vampire or a troll is. Could be lots of things. You can't heave them into categories with labels and say they'll act one way or another. That'd be silly. They're people. People who do things. Yes, that's the way to put it. People who *do* things.

Names do not write poems nor do they create work.

A snake was never called by its name at night, because it would hear. It was called a string.

You can't know people, only their names.

Everybody calls me "Marty." I never know what to call myself.

I remember when your name was just another name that rolled without thought off my tongue.Now, I can__ look at your name without an abundance of sentiment attached to each lettter.Your name, which I played with so carelessly, so easily, has somehow become sacred to my lips.A name I won__ throw around lightheartedly or repeat without deep thought.And if ever I speak of you, I use the English language to describe who you were to me. You are nameless, because those letters grouped together in that familiar form_.. carries too much meaning for my capricious heart.

He pulls the gun away from his head and sets it on the coffee table. He wonders who first called it a coffee table. He gets to his feet and walks into the hallway. He wonders who first called it a highway. He wonder who first named anything. How did someone look at a dog and decide what to call it? It__ all so random. Everything is so goddamn random.

No," said the cat. "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.

Things separate from their stories have no meaning. They are only shapes. Of a certain size and color. A certain weight. When their meaning has become lost to us they no longer have even a name. The story on the other hand can never be lost from its place in the world for it is that place.

What's in a name?

An individual, a thing apart from its environment, and apart from all things in that environment; an individual was a type of thing for which symbols were inadequate, and so names were invented . I am invented. I am not a round warm blue room. I am someone in that room; I am_

Most of us have nicknames__nnoying, endearing, embarrassing.But what about your true

Carlyle! Not just another nameless entity.

She squinted at his nametag. Her eyes weren't quite working. "What's your name?" "Stig.""Stick?" she asked, half ready to believe it. He shook his head and pointed his long index finger at the name stitched on his uniform. "S-T-I-G. Stig."Harriet's breath caught. "I can't believe it. I've been looking for you.

No man, no power, can bind the action of wizardry or still the words of power. For they are the very words of Making, and one who could silence them could unmake the world.

If you don't know a name, you can't be hurt when they go. I have no friends anymore, all are lost.

She gave me money to buy condoms, and instead I bought a book of baby names. That__ life. That__ love. That__ fiscally irresponsible._

A virtuos woman is not moved by big names and flamboyance, but only men of profound wisdom and integrity move her.