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And he asked him, What is thy name? And he answered, saying, My
name is Legion: for we are read more
And he asked him, What is thy name? And he answered, saying, My
name is Legion: for we are many.
Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame,
The power of grace, the magic of a name.
Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame,
The power of grace, the magic of a name.
"Whose name was writ in water!" What large laughter
Among the immortals when that word was brought!
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"Whose name was writ in water!" What large laughter
Among the immortals when that word was brought!
Then when his fiery spirit rose flaming after,
High toward the topmost heaven of heavens up-caught!
"All hail! our younger brother!" Shakespeare said,
And Dante nodded his imperial head.
Old age is . . . a lot of crossed off names in an address book.
Old age is . . . a lot of crossed off names in an address book.
You should never name an animal which is not yours to keep, or which you intend to eat.
You should never name an animal which is not yours to keep, or which you intend to eat.
In England, I'm a horror movie director. In Germany, I'm a filmmaker. In the United States, I'm a bum.
In England, I'm a horror movie director. In Germany, I'm a filmmaker. In the United States, I'm a bum.
The Eskimos had 52 names for snow because it was important to them; there ought to be as many for read more
The Eskimos had 52 names for snow because it was important to them; there ought to be as many for love.
Every human being has hundreds of separate people living under his skin. The talent of a writer is his ability read more
Every human being has hundreds of separate people living under his skin. The talent of a writer is his ability to give them their separate names, identities, personalities and have them relate to other characters living with him.
I have a passion for the name of "Mary,"
For once it was a magic sound to me,
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I have a passion for the name of "Mary,"
For once it was a magic sound to me,
And still it half calls up the realms of fairy,
Where I beheld what never was to be.
