“Can you imagine anything more tragic?” Rose asked. “To be born a princess–native and to the manor born–and then to forget who you are and settle for being something horrible like an–an accountant!”
“…If you’d take your head home and boil it for a turnip it might be useful. I can’t say. But it might.” — Sunday(?), G. K. Chesterton, The Man Who Was Thursday
“'Such nonsense!' declared Dr. Greysteel. 'Whoever heard of cats doing anything useful!'
'Except for staring at one in a supercilious manner,' said Strange. 'That has a sort of moral usefulness, I suppose, in making one feel uncomfortable and encouraging sober reflection upon one's imperfections.'” -- Susanna Clarke,