What’s your name?' she asked, and surprised herself. But for some reason, she wanted to know. Dean’s brother—he hadn’t been just some nameless Bad Guy Number Four. This vampire wasn’t, either. He had a name, a history, maybe even people who cared what happened to him. 'My name is none of your business,' he said, and continued to stare out the window, even though there was nothing but blurry brick out there. 'Can I call you None for short?
The best portion of a good man's life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.
That best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.
The best portions of a good man's life, his little, nameless acts of kindness and love.