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Me Tarz-tosterone; You Estro-Jane
After all, Fnick is Superman," said Iggy.
"Shut up, Jeff," I said, but I was smiling. I lifted Iggy's fingers to my face so that he knew.
Lev was a clink in my armor, a crack in my wall,
Levi is made from the beautiful pool of people, but its his good-guy-ness that makes him the most gorgeous man alive.
Stop playing with your food.
Laurent to James
Don't think, he'd said, because it was easier than saying, Take me for who I am.
He couldn't bear that suddenly. He wanted it without pretences, without excuses, his fingers curling hard into Laurent's hair.
'It's me,' said Damen. 'It's me, here with you. Say my name.'
'Damianos.
My name's Alis K. From now on you will be Willy. Come on, let's push the bicycles for a bit."
Ingrid aka 'Alis K'
The Informer
Obvious, Elbert.
What did you say, Joe?
My throat tightened when I noticed a small tattoo of an origami rose on his upper arm. . .
"Hey, Lenzi," he whispered, barely louder than the surf.
"Rose," I said as our lips met. "My name is Rose.
You know what I like about you, Finch? You're interesting. You're different. And I can talk to you. Don't let that go to your head."
... "You know what I like about you, Ultraviolet Remarkey-able? Everything.
Goodbye, Jacob, my brother...my son.
He is a pale, long faced, unsmiling fellow who probably lives on a diet of organic bran and carrot juice. He heard Ballard open the proceedings against La Maison with a pained expression, and looked at me over his half-glasses as though I were a saucepan that hadn't been washed up properly.
pocket. "Tanner," Nathaniel
Angel: What's sauerkraut? Max: You don't want it. Trust me.
Magnus Bane. The Ultimate Traitor.
Not my favorite nickname. I prefer, "Our Lord and Master" or maybe "Unambiguously the Hottest.
Cesky Krumlov, the little jewel box of a city in southern Bohemia.
My name is Jimmy, but my friends just call me the hideous penguin boy.
I love all my Wrights and it would be impossible to say which one I love more, but if you really pushed me, it would be Joe.
Barzel, what some believe is a combination of letters taken from the names of the matriarchs of Jacob's family, Leah, Rachel, Bilhah, and Zilpah.
It had always been Roth; from the moment he swaggered into that d- alley, where I'd been unsuccessfully fighting off a demon, it had been him for me. Maybe I'd been too blind to see that after he returned from the pits.
Maybe I had been too angry with him after the way he initially acted.
Let me spell my name out for you, it's Ricky:
R: Ravishing, I: Impress,
C: Courageous or Careless,
K: for the Kangols which I've got,
That I wear everyday and Y: Why not?
Joseph is the wearisomest and self-righteous Pharisee who ever ransacked the Bible to rake the promises to himself and fling the curses on his neighbor.
Call me The Giver," he told Jonas.
We belong to the race that knows Joseph
He is the cheese to my macaroni.
Whatever else he is, James is my one safe place in the world.
Tom. I'd like to
What's his name?
Sky, wait. The way his voice wraps around my name makes me wish the only word in his entire vocabulary way Sky.
I hurt you, Laurent."
"That's enough, stop," said Laurent.
"It wasn't right. You were just a boy. You didn't deserve what happened to you."
"I said that's enough."
"Is it so hard to hear?
Kalevala, whereas
Courage, Alexander.....
Courage, Tatiana
When the camera comes on, I am not Hayden any more, I am Lizzie!
Who's that?" I asked him.
"Probably Noah's latest groupie," Clare offered.
"Don't talk about your mom that way," Pat responded.
Levi was a black-and-white photograph in the dark. All pale skin, gray eyes, streaky hair ...
I would like a cappuccino," says Linus politely. "Thank you."
"Your name?"
"I'll spell it for you," he says. "Z-W-P-A-E-N
"
"What?" She stares at him, Sharpie in hand.
"Wait, I haven't finished. Double F-hyphen-T-J-U-S. It's an unusual name, Linus adds gravely. "It's Dutch.
What is his name?-- Jane Austen
Fernando de Ismelda," Enrico says. "You won the kingdom's archery competition. I gather it was quite a surprise to everyone."
"Not to me," the boy says.
I decide that I like Fernando de Ismelda.
Who the shit is Otis?
Time slows. The attic disappears. Jutta disappears. Has anyone ever spoken so intimately about the very things Werner is most curious about? Open
Any man can fuck me. But Alexei fucks my mind. My heart. My soul. He lights me up and burns me down. Every single time.
Will you say it?
"Aleksander"
His grin faded and his grey eyes seemed to flicker.
"Again."
"Aleksander
(Celeste) Be the hero, Matty. Come on. You're supposed to be the hero now. The romatic lead."
"I know that, too," he said. Matt did not hesitate a moment longer. "Julie, I love you. I absolutely love you.
That Reyes Farrow boy.
Fritz . . ." Grahm stared up at his man, who was doing a better job of holding Grahm than holding his own emotions together. "I'm glad I could see you again."
"Me, too."
"I love you," Grahm whispered.
"And I love you." Tears fell from Fritz's eyes. "Now, don't die.
Tommy!" He didn't know why he hadn't wanted Prophet to call him that. Now, he didn't want Prophet to call him anything else.
Dukhoborcheskaya
[William] Klein has eyes like a knife. He is ruthless and outrageous but never mean - he is tender and funny and violent - and, I'm sure, really in love with our crazy Rome.
Don't ask me any more questions, Keller. I'm just going to lie to you and I'd rather not have the stress of trying to remember what lie I handed you. (Alexion)
My name," he said, "is Slartibartfast." Arthur
Hanssen, an FBI agent who spied for the Russians in the 1980s and '90s.
You're saying it wrong! It's LEVIOSA not LEVIOSAAA
hospital johnny.
Yves Saint Laurent is a young man of excellent taste; the more he copies me the more taste he displays.
St. Joseph was a just man, a tireless worker, the upright guardian of those entrusted to his care. May he always guard, protect and enlighten families.
Let me be frank even though I'm Vincent and prefer to be called V.
St. Soren, Bastard Patron Saint of Manipulation
Noah can't stand me, but he loves me. Takes up for me. Like siblings.
Dominic Chocolate!!!
Tim Mason. The human equivalent of C-4.
Sky passed out on the road today," Karen says, changing the subject. "Some adorable man-boy carried her inside." I laugh.
"Guy, Mom. Please just say guy.
UTSL, which Maxine at first takes for an anagram of LUST or possibly SLUT but later learns is Unix for Use The Source, Luke.
I always call him Lewis Carroll Carroll, because he was the first Humbert Humbert.
Francisco, what's the most depraved type of human being?" "The man without a purpose.
Mine.
The word was a declaration. It rocked him to his very foundation. It was a truth he'd kept hidden for far too long. Caleb didn't know anything about love, or loving anyone, but he knew ... Livvie was his.
Jacob, inspector of shadows, miraculous interpreter of squirmy gut feelings, seer and slayer of real and actual monsters -
Little Asher Lev was the juncture point of two significant family lines, the apex, as it were, of a triangle seminal with Jewish potentiality and freighted with Jewish responsibility. But he was also born with a gift.
Jenny? Just as I was considering
I am Joe's smirking revenge.
He looked as much like Karl as Cuddles Sakall resembled Argentina Rocca.
the basement. Katz
from Switzerland, came into the valley
What makes you Vivian.' I liked the way he said my name, all throaty on the V's, all stretched to its rightful three syllables.
Better than anything you've come up with," Jacob answered, his human voice startling me. "Go fetch a space heater," he grumbled. "I'm not a St. Bernard.
I want you to know my name.
The name I was given, not the title I took for myself.
Will you have it?
"Yes"
"Aleksander
The guy with Floyd's countenance should have a name like Isaiah or Abraham or Hezekiah. The name Floyd seems mundane for such an intriguing-looking man.
StocktontoMalone
His name was Theo.
Okay, okay, okay ... go to your corners, boys. This is a nice Aubusson carpet you're standing on. You get blood on it and I'll have Fritz so far up my ass I'll be coughing on his hankie.
To be honest with you, I've always felt a little Jewish." "You have an aversion to shellfish and German opera?" "I was speaking in a spiritual sense." "You're a professional assassin, Keller.
Ah, Sharon Lipschutz," said the young man. "How that name comes up. Mixing memory and desire.
My beautiful Ivey.
Nash." Lola nodded toward the disappearing SUV. "Deputy Grayson." She grinned. "His first name is Nash. He's one of the four Grayson brothers. Every last one of them is tall, dark and so handsome they'll make your panties damp.
What does he stand for?
There is not, and never was, a greater man than Emil Zatopek.
Sai-Liber is my family name.Much like Wayfairer.You may call me Tetraphrimaportacheeq.It is much simpler."
To who? I'd barely got it out the first time.
Names?' the receptionist asked us.
"Jesus," Jamie answered.
"Mary," said Stella.
"Satan," I said as I walked past her and pushed open the door to Ira Ginsberg's office.
The name is Salvatore. As in savior.
Vyacheslav and Marina chose a generic name designed to be devoid of meaning: BOHdVF260602. Although the name seems meaningless, BOHdVF260602 stands for "Biological Object Human descendant of the Voronins and Frolovas, born on June 26, 2002.
May "the Meatball" Wexler.
I am a little Jew of Vitebsk. All that I paint, all that I do, all that I am, is just the little Jew of Vitebsk.
My first love. He was my first favorite mistake.
My handsome, intelligent, inimitable, delightful, prickly, unlucky Alexei Pavlovich, by the power of imagination invested in me I'll make you who you are because I want to.
I have not thought too much about the psychology or life of the character Jonas in some time.
What's her name? Claire, what's her name?
I am terrible with people's names.
Martin Silenus sniffed a jar, found a knife on the sandwich plate, and added great dollops of horseradish to his sandwich. His eyes sparkled with tears as he ate.
I stare at Hans.
Hans is shaped like an industrial-sized refrigerator.
His hands are like cinder blocks.
He should not be afraid of a little thing like the ocean.
When I say to myself 'Bernard,' who comes?