“Glimmer, I hear someone call her - ugh, the names the people in District 1 give their children are so ridiculous ...”

“When I had laid it on the floorI went to blow the fire a-flame,But something rustled on the floor,And someone called me by my name:It had become a glimmering girlWith apple blossoms in her hairWho called me by my name and ranAnd faded through the brightening air. . . .”

“....and I'll know that this is what you live for - to hear someone say. "Let's go home," to hear someone you love call your name.”

“I would rather they did not speak of it at all, until I am out of the district."Mrs. Bennet was all amazement."Until you are out of the district, child! What else are people to speak of when they hear you are to marry a man so rich, so highly placed in society, so... rich?”

“Mom!" Becca stared at her. "You think—you think I'm dating Michael?"Her mom stared back at her, obviously thrown. "You're not?"This would be hilarious if her mom didn't look so serious."Oh my god," cried Becca. "Are you kidding? Michael is the last person I would ever—oh my god. I wouldn't go out with him if someone paid me. Ugh, that's just—""You know I can hear you, right?" called Michael.”

“Naming, thinks Jacob, even in ridicule, gives what is named substance.”