Letitia! What a name. Halfway between a salad and a sneeze. (ISWM)
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... never give a cat a name you would mind shouting out in a strained, worried voice around midnight while banging a tin bowl with a spoon. And stick to something short. (UC)
There are only two ways a child can go with a name like Pippin Galadriel Moonchild, and Pippin had chosen the other way ... (GO)
When the first explorers from the warm lands around the Circle Sea travelled into the chilly hinterland they filled in the blank spaces on their maps by grabbing the nearest native, pointing at some distant landmark, speaking very clearly in a loud voice, and writing down whatever the bemused man told them. Thus were immortalised in generations of atlases such geographical oddities as Just A Mountain, I don’t Know, What? and, of course, Your Finger You Fool. (LF)
''scuse me,’ said the raven, ‘but how come Miss Ogg became Mrs Ogg? Sounds like a bit of a rural arrangement, if you catch my meaning.’
WITCHES ARE MATRILINEAL, said Death. THEY FIND IT MUCH EASIER TO CHANGE MEN THAN TO CHANGE NAMES. (TOT) … when your name is really and truly Percy Blakeney, pronounced ‘Black-knee’, and you still have bad acne in your twenties, you accept Pimple as a nickname and are grateful that it wasn’t anything worse. (LE)
He'd learned that humans in the Store had their names on little badges, because – he’d been told – they were so stupid they wouldn’t remember them otherwise. (Truck)
History gets named afterwards: The Age of Enlightenment, the Depression. Which is not to say that people sometimes aren’t depressed with all the enlightenment around them, or strangely elevated during otherwise grey times. Or periods are named after kings, as if the country was defined by whichever stony-faced cut-throat had schemed and knifed his way to the top, and as if people would say, ‘Hooray, the reign of the House of Chichester – a time of deep division along religious lines and continuing conflict with Belgium – is now at an end and we can look forward to the time of the House of Luton, a period of expansion and the growth of learning!' (TG)
... he had his name on a plate on his desk, because doctors are very busy and can’t remember everything ... (GP)
'What was that thing, Thing?’ said Masklin.
The Thing extended one of its sensors. ‘A long-necked turtle.’ ‘Oh.’ The turtle swam peascefully away. ‘Lucky, really,’ said Gurder. ‘What?’ said Angalo. ‘It having a long neck like that and being called a long-necked turtle. It’d be really awkward having a name like that if it had a short neck.' (Wings) ... Hubert is one of those names you can put a shape to. There may well be tall, slim Hubert, Moist would be the first to agree, but this Hubert was shaped like a proper Hubert, which is to say, stubby and plump. (MM)
'What’s your name, pictsie?’ she said.
‘No’-as-big-as-Medium-Sized-Jock-but-bigger-than-Wee-Jock-Jock, mistress. There’s no’ that many Feegle names, ye ken, so we ha’ to share.' (WFM) 'Keith is not a promising name-start,’ said Malicia. ‘It doesn’t hint of mystery. It just hints of Keith.' (AM)
‘Never pick yourself a name you can’t scrub the floor in.' (Ma)
The old peel-the-apple trick should do that. You just peeled an apple, getting one length of peel, and threw the peel behind you; it’d land in the shape of his name. Millions of girls had tried it and had inevitably been disappointed, unless the loved one was called Scscs. (WS)
Strictly speaking, Hodgesaargh wasn’t his real name. On the other hand, on the basis that someone’s real name is the name they introduce themselves to you by, he was definitely Hodgesaargh.
This was because the hawks and falcons in the castle mews were all Lancre birds and therefore naturally possessed of a certain ‘sod you’ independence of mind. After much patient breeding and training Hodgesaargh had managed to get them to let go of someone’s wrist, and now he was working on stopping them viciously attacking the person who had just been holding them i.e., invariably Hodgesaargh. (LL) Occupying the metterforical stalls were a rabble of rabbits, weasels, vermine, badgers, foxes, and miscellaneous creatures who, despite the fact that they live their entire lives in a bloody atmosphere of hunter and hunted, killing or being killed by claw, talon and tooth, are generally referred to as woodland folk. (WS)
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