From Michael Ende, author of The Neverending Story:
Nur der richtige Name gibt allen Wesen und Dingen ihre Wirklichkeit. Der falsche Name macht alles unwirklich.
Only the right name gives beings and things their reality. The wrong name makes everything unreal.
(Discovered on my never-ending quest to figure out how Ende coined Atreyu.)
From a late 1879 issue of Notes and Queries:
I have met a boy named Washington christened General George, a girl named Togotubuline, and, still more extraordinary, a boy called Wonderful Counsellor (from Isaiah ix. 6).
From the BuzzFeed video If Asians Said The Stuff White People Say:
Do you have a normal name too, or just your white name?
From the BuzzFeed video If Black People Said The Stuff White People Say:
Your name is so easy to spell and pronounce. Is it, like, really easy to get a job?
From the BuzzFeed video If Latinos Said The Stuff White People Say:
-How do you say your name again?
-I love how you pronounce it. One more time?
-God, I could never say it like that!
From “High Sounding Names,” an article published in the Cambridge Sentinel in late 1909:
The English society reporter for the last two or three seasons has had to record the doings of debutantes bearing distinguished surnames, prefaced by such disconcerting Christian–rather un-Christian–names as Venetia, Aurea, Ela, Linnie, Eldrydd, Dulcibella, Ganfreda, Laline, Morwenna and Lelgarde.
I like having an unusual name. The Morven part is not so uncommon in Scotland – most people I meet know another Morven, and I know at least half a dozen. I once ended up in the pub with two other Morvens, which got funnier as the night wore on. Added to the Crumlish, though, my name is, I think, unique. “There can’t be more than one Morven Crumlish!” is something I hear a lot, when the different parts of my life accidentally collide, which makes it difficult to misbehave. In the past my name has become an abstraction. “So this is what a Morven Crumlish looks like,” said the porters who wheeled me down to get my tonsils removed, reducing me to an indefinite object.
(Here are some other very Scottish names.)