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.
You can give a dog a bad name but when that dog’s name is Kray, he might bite you back.
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]
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.
