“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. . . .”

“The Song of Wandering AengusI went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout. When I had laid it on the floor I 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 girl With apple blossom in her hair Who called me by my name and ran And faded through the brightening air. Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.”

“The problem with having so many people call me by nicknames was that when someone called me by my actual name, it usually meant something serious was happening.”

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

“If I had my phone with me, I could try to call her, but I'm not sure my calling plan covers interdimensional roaming.-Camedon”

“I dare you to tell me to walk through fire Wear my soul and call me a liar...”