“Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade,
Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid.”

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

“And what is friendship but a name,
A charm that lulls to sleep,
A shade that follows wealth or fame,
And leaves the wretch to weep?”

“Everyone thinks I named my cat Mango because of his orange eyes, but that's not the case. I named him Mango because the sounds of his purrs and his wheezes and his meows are all various shades of yellow-orange.”

“Napoleon’s troops fought in bright fields, where every helmet caught some gleams of glory; but the British soldier conquered under the cool shade of aristocracy. No honours awaited his daring, no despatch gave his name to the applauses of his countrymen; his life of danger and hardship was uncheered by hope, his death unnoticed.”

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

“The way Magnus’ breath had sounded, rattling in his chest, before he’d said his father’s name.”

“If Good approved of his creature's creation, He breathed the painted clay-model into life by signing His name.”

“This book ['Diary of a Genius', by Dali] will prove that that the daily life of a genius, his sleep, his digestion, his ecstasies, his nails, his colds, his blood, his life and death are essentially different from those of the rest of mankind.”

“Death came like a friend to restore thee
To those who had died before thee:
Father, mother,
Sister, brother—
There were none of these to mourn o’er thee.
But now that Death has found thee,
Thy kindred and friends are round thee;
In their rest they are laid
In the dark yew shade,
And cold sleep like their own has bound thee.”