“What's your name?" Jesse asked."Go to hell," the man muttered."Interesting name. Your mother must have been thrilled with your birth.”

“No, when I was a kid I had big plans.” A hint of playfulness crept into Jesse’s eyes. “I was going to be the next Superman. But my sisters got sick of me stealing their tights and I could never figure the damn things out anyway.”

“She had one of those goofy smiles that made you wonder if she was too stupid to know that life sucks most of the time.”

“You have a great name .. They must kill your name before they can kill you , cuz name is your idea , and ideas are bulletproofs :))”

“What is your name?' Mother queried....Bear,' he said.”

“Hart and Hope,” I muttered. “If you’re going to name your kids like that, of course they’re going to think they live in a comic book.”

“You have a great name. He must kill your name before he can kill you.”