I just planted the family vegetables yesterday. You name it, I grow it.
Most of us have nicknames—annoying, endearing, embarrassing.But what about your true name?It is not necessarily your given name. But it is the one to which you are most eager to respond when called.Ever wonder why?Your true name has the secret power to call you.
The first census in 1790 asked just six questions: the name of the head of the household, the number of free white males older than 16, the number of free white males younger than 16, the number of free white females, the number of other free persons, and the number of slaves.
I took a couple of classes in clowning, but that was more like Lucille Ball kind of slapstick, not Ringling Brothers. But we had to do things silently, and the teacher would do this running commentary. ‘Does this make Clown sad? Oh, Clown doesn’t like that, does Clown?’ Always ‘Clown.’ Never a name.
My name is a half an hour early, but my body is on time.
I was only saying to the Queen the other day how I hate name dropping.
I had to think long and hard about what it would imply, what it would mean. Would it mean any alterations of one’s lifestyle? Or, more than that, the way that people regarded you? The way they reacted to you if you had a Sir in front of your name?
My grandmother was a chemist. She worked at the Banting Institute in Toronto, and at 44 she died of stomach cancer. I never met my grandmother, but I carry on her name – her exact name, Eva Vertes – and I like to think I carry on her scientific passion, too.
His name was Chase, so of course I ran after him. I wasn’t stalking, I was giving name.
Even Superman’s name reflects his creators’ biblical knowledge.
No one wants a domain with their name on it owned by somebody else.
I like the name Lola, because it has LOL in the beginning.
Action without a name, a who attached to it, is meaningless.
CJ is my nickname. It stands for Cameron, and my middle name is John.