#nickname

Nicknames are baseball, names like Zeke and Pie and Kiki and Home Run and Cracker and Dizzy and Dazzy. ↗

— Ernie Harwell

#cracker #dizzy #home #home run #like

A nickname is the heaviest stone that the devil can throw at a man. It is a bugbear to the imagination, and, though we do not believe in it, it still haunts our apprehensions. ↗

— William Hazlitt

#believe #devil #haunts #heaviest #imagination

I have spoken to many, many Indian chiefs who say they have no objection whatsoever to the nickname. ↗

— Jack K. Cooke

#i #indian #many #nickname #objection

Dummy Dum Dum was my nickname for years at school. I was the strange one of the family, the one who couldn't remember his name. ↗

— Johnny Rotton

#family #his #i #name #nickname

Taggle, meanwhile, made himself popular, killing rats and bringing a rabbit into camp every evening, preening in the praise - silently, thank god, though at night, he recounted choice bits to Kate: "Rye Baro says I am a princeling; he split the leg bone for me so that I could eat the marrow. They love me. And I'm sure they'll keep you, too." Mira, she thought, and treasured it each time she heard it, They must keep me. Family. ↗

— Erin Bow

#belonging #boasting #hope #longing #talking-animals

Huh? Oh you have a hidden agenda, do you?" She laughed. His straight-faced humor always surprised her. "You promised me you didn't." "There is nothing hidden about it," he replied. My objective is obvious. I've decided I'd rather have you describe me as 'sweet' than a 'slagging pain in the tailset.'" "Really?" "Well..." he looked up from the bag. "Maybe not in public." "I might be able to confine myself to saying it in private, if you gave me a reason." Taya met his eyes, and he blushed.

— Dru Pagliassotti

#flirting #nicknames #teasing #humor

...you definitely are deep water Dr. Fisher. Fathoms deep. ↗

— J.M. Richards

#davin #nicknames #romantic #tall-dark-streak-of-lightning #romantic

I mean, we’re talking about chocolate, for chrissake! Chocolate’s wonderful! Everyone loves it! Look at me, I’m part German! That makes me a kraut! Do you know what kraut is? It’s sauerkraut, men! Which means pickled cabbage! And no one likes that! And I’m okay with it! You can call me Kraut, for all that I care! I don’t give a god damn! Do you read me, men? Do you? ~ Roman Meister, manager of the San Carlos Coyotes, to three black ballplayers whom he has, cleverly he thinks, nicknamed "Dark Chocolate," "Milk Chocolate," and "Bitter Chocolate." From The Mighty Roman. ↗

— Jon Sindell

#nicknames #race-relations #love