You can give a dog a bad name but when that dog’s name is Kray, he might bite you back.
You cling to your pathetic life. And for what reason? Those closest to you betray you. And those you claim to protect don’t even know your name.
I once knew a Spaniard named, something in Spanish.
Esmarelda Villalobos: What is your name? Butch Coolidge: Butch. Esmarelda Villalobos: What does it mean? Butch Coolidge: I’m an American, honey. Our names don’t mean s***.
Perhaps angels have no names, only beautiful faces.[to Jocelyn]
Names are sacred. They connect us not only to ourselves but to everyone who came before.
My name isn’t Henryk. My name is Magneto.[to his coworker]
It’s a name that 20 million readers trust. They want the truth, Eddie.
