“Oh, Amos Cottle! Phœbus! what a name!”

“Today we're going to try and say his name…OH! OHHH! Can you even say a part of his name--OH! OHHH!”

“What's your name?"
"Becky Thatcher. What's yours? Oh, I know. It's Thomas Sawyer."
"That's the name they lick me by. I'm Tom when I'm good. You call me Tom, will you?"
"Yes”

“I am nothing — a will-o'-the-wisp at your service — a clod of vivified dust whom its progenitors christened Amos Midwinter. I have no possession but my name, and no calling but that of philosopher. Naked I came from the earth, and naked I will return to it.”

“Good God, what a brute man becomes when ignorant and oppressed. Oh Liberty! What horrors are committed in thy name! May every virtuous revolutionist remember the horrors of Wexford!”

“Hallowed be thy name, oh Lord -- and shotgun do your stuff”

“Oh, call it by some better name,
For friendship sounds too cold.”

“I got a gal, named Sue, she knows just what to do,
I got a gal, named Sue, she knows just what to do.
She rocks to the East, she rocks to the West,
She is the gal that I love best.
Tutti frutti, oh rutti.”

“It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you've got it, you want—oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!”

“Oh, Gods."
His eyes shone with want and predatory satisfaction. "The name's William. It's a common mistake.”