Sometimes it’s Tune-berg, sometimes Thunn-berg. I mean, I think it’s funny that everyone pronounces it differently. So, that is just – I don’t mind anyone pronouncing it wrong. There’s no wrong way to pronounce it. Everyone pronounces it in their own way.

Bob Marley isn’t my name. I don’t even know my name yet.

What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

All styles are good except the tiresome kind.

I just grew the hair on my back. Facial hair just wasn’t appealing to me. I liked it on my back, though.

The voice I use is a very old hardware speech synthesizer made in 1986. I keep it because I have not heard a voice I like better and because I have identified with it.

I do not like the man who squanders life for fame; give me the man who living makes a name.

Home is a name, a word, it is a strong one; stronger than magician ever spoke, or spirit ever answered to, in the strongest conjuration.

My movies just kind of sneak up on you. I don’t have to worry too much about what everybody is going to say. Anyway, I really don’t pay attention to what the world says about my movies. I just care about what my buddies think.

I don’t like to get involved in things that I am not familiar with. I’m kind of a hands-on type of person.

Don’t overact the story of your name. Overact the story of your work.

My name can’t be that tough to pronounce!

Dude, maybe not everyone loves ‚Glee.‘ Me included. I watched 10 minutes and it wasn’t my thing.

I’m personally more struck by visual things more than musical.

The educated Southerner has no use for an ‚r‘, except at the beginning of a word.

What a heavy burden is a name that has become too famous.

My son’s full real name is Duncan Zowie Haywood. As a toddler, he was called by his second name Zowie. But it was such an identifiable name during the Seventies that if I called him loudly in public places, everyone would turn to stare, so I started calling him Joey to take the pressure off.

I always tell people that if I move anywhere it would be Toronto.

To get a name can happen but to few; it is one of the few things that cannot be brought. It is the free gift of mankind, which must be deserved before it will be granted, and is at last unwillingly bestowed.

Call me Jonah. My parents did, or nearly did. They called me John.

Apart from life, a strong constitution, and an abiding connection to the Thembu royal house, the only thing my father bestowed upon me at birth was a name, Rolihlahla.

I do the dishes every night – other people volunteer, but I like the way I do it.

I’ve always liked older ladies, ever since my mother would have B’nai B’rith at our house.

Great is the hand that holds dominion over man by a scribbled name.

I don’t really like being in the centre of attention.

To understand a name you must be acquainted with the particular of which it is a name.

Never throughout history has a man who lived a life of ease left a name worth remembering.

Frankly, if I could get away with not having to perform, I’d be very happy. It’s not my favorite thing to do.

I like to have guns around. I don’t like to carry them.

Everyone carries his own inch rule of taste, and amuses himself by applying it, triumphantly, wherever he travels.

A lot of people don’t like the road, but it’s as natural to me as breathing.

I don’t like celebrities; I don’t hang out with them; I don’t relate to that life.

We are all pleased when our names are pronounced and spelled correctly.

Before I look stupid and not know what a word means or how to pronounce it, I’ll stop the whole production: ‚Hey, real quick, guys. Define this word for me. Somebody.‘

The name Zahra was to have been lman’s own name at birth, but a senior member of the family changed it to lman at the last minute.

Speaking English is like tongue-twist for me. I can speak each word perfect, but then you have to string them together like, ‚Blah, blah, blah.‘ That’s when I get crazy.

I’m not really a Hollywood person. Not that I don’t like L.A., but I’m just a Northern California guy.

Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself.

My parents shared not only an improbable love, they shared an abiding faith in the possibilities of this nation. They would give me an African name, Barack, or blessed, believing that in a tolerant America your name is no barrier to success.

There is no such things as ‚best‘ in the world of individuals.

I like to walk around with bare feet and I don’t like to comb my hair.