“Don’t tell me your name. If you don’t tell me your name, I can’t hurt your feelings by forgetting it.”
“Don’t tell me your name. It’s likely to awaken my conscience, and that’s the last thing we want.”
“See—this is the problem. You don’t even get where this is going. You can’t just ask me to come in, or kiss me, or tell me you want to know what smoking pot feels like. When I’m close to you I feel crazy, okay? When you say my name I feel crazy. It’s not…the right thing for you. I don’t think I can just…be your friend.”
“Tell me who you are. You need not tell me your name. Names have power, even human ones. Tell me where you live and what you do with your living.”
“Don’t just stand there with your Eiffel Tower smile. Tell me you love me, and tell me in French. ”
“Don’t tell me with your eyes. Don’t scream it out with your heart. Just once say it aloud.”