“They've named the well after you.""How did they know my name?""They don't. They invented one.”

“Shrapnel was invented by an Englishman of the same name. Don't you wish you could have something named after you?”

“How old are you?" said the girl. "What are you doing here? Do you live here? What's your name?" "I don't know," said Bod. "You don't know your name?" said the girl. "Course you do. Everybody knows their own name. Fibber." "I know my name," said Bod. "And I know what I'm doing here. But I don't know the other things you said.”

“Progo,' Meg asked. 'You memorized the names of all the stars - how many are there?'How many? Great heavens, earthling. I haven't the faintest idea.'But you said your last assignment was to memorize the names of all of them.'I did. All the stars in all the galaxies. And that's a great many.'But how many?'What difference does it make? I know their names. I don't know how many there are. It's their names that matter.”

“My favorite tree is the Joshua tree, which is named after me. Well, it will be, once I change my name to Joshua.”

“Don't have to see," the pilot grunted. "Olga knows the way.""Funny name for an aircraft," Grace commented. "Is it after your wife?""My gun."Grace stared at him. "You named your plane after a gun?""It was a very good gun.”