“and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.”

“......This is real power, real strength! Foolish humans, etch my name with fear! Me and, the name of this gun is <>......<>!!”

“Yet love enters my blood like an I.V., dripping in its little white moments.”

“A creature without a voice. A voice without a name. As immortal as my life. Come here at long last to summon the wind.”

“The land itself, of course, was careless of its name. It still is. You can call it what you like, fight all the wars you want in its name. Change its name altogether if you like. The land is still unblinking under the African sky. It will absorb white man's blood and the blood of African men, it will absorb blood from slaughtered cattle and the blood from a woman's birthing with equal thirst. It doesn't care.”

“Foolish names and foolish faces often appear in public places.”