When you live as long as I do, all the names start to sound the same.
What is there in a name? Nothing! In times to come, no one will remember Ragnar Lothbrok and his sons. They will be utterly forgotten. I can hardly remember his name even now.
Say my name.[to Declan]
Name one thing in this world that is not negotiable.
My name’s Jim Moriarty. Welcome to the final problem.
My name is Elizabeth.
It’s ironic. Clones wanted names instead of numbers, yet now people are signing up to be given numbers.
In the proclamation, I am referred to as Alexandrina Victoria. But I do not like the name Alexandrina. From now on I wish to be called… Victoria.
I want you to know that you weren’t just a name on my list. Soph, you were the name.
Bad things happen to those who speak my name aloud.
You don’t make a name for yourself taking on nobody.
The dead don’t have names. And we shouldn’t, either. Without names or a past, those of us strong enough to still be alive out here, can know each other on a primal level.
