Alice in Wonderland

The Duchess! The Duchess! Oh my dear paws! Oh my fur and whiskers! She’ll get me executed, as sure as ferrets are ferrets!

“In that direction,” the Cat said, waving its right paw round, “lives a Hatter: and in that direction,” waving the other paw, “lives a March Hare. Visit either you like: they’re both mad.”

“Oh, you’re sure to do that,” said the Cat, “if you only walk long enough.”

“If everybody minded their own business,” the Duchess said, in a hoarse growl, “the world would go round a deal faster than it does.”

I—I hardly know, Sir, just at present—at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.

“Speak English!” said the Eaglet. “I don’t know the meaning of half those long words, and, what’s more, I don’t believe you do either!”

“I’m older than you, and must know better.”

“The best way to explain it is to do it.”

“Who are you?”

“I ca’n’t explain myself, I’m afraid, Sir,” said Alice, “because I am not myself, you see.”