City of Glass (1985)
Paul Auster

     "In that case," he said, "I am happy to oblige you.  My name is Quinn."
       "Ah," said Stillman reflectively, nodding his head.  "Quinn."
       "Yes, Quinn, Q-U-I-N-N."
       "I see.  Yes, yes, I see.  Quinn. Hmmm.  Yes.  Very interesting.  Quinn.  A most resonant word. Rhymes with twin, does it not?"
       "That’s right.  Twin."
       "And sin, too, if I’m not mistaken."
       "You’re not."
       "And also in--one n--or inn--two.   Isn’t that so?"
       "Exactly."
       "Hmmm.  Very interesting.  I see many possibilities for this word, this Quinn, this .  .  . quintessence .  .   . of quiddity.  Quick, for example.  And quill. And quack.  And quirk.  Hmmm.  Rhymes with grin.  Not to speak of kin.  Hmmm.   Very interesting.  And win.  And fin.  And din.  And gin.   And tin.  And bin.  Even rhymes with djinn.  Hmmm.  And if you say it right, with been.  Hmmm.  Yes, very interesting.  I like your name enormously, Mr Quinn.  It flies off in so many little directions at once."
       "Yes, I’ve often noticed that myself."

[Paul Auster, City of Glass.  Los Angeles: Sun & Moon Press, 1985.]