“Wouldn’t that make a charming epitaph? Here lies Cat. Killed not by fang, but Ferragamos.”

“...cursing my heels and debating whether it was faster to stop and take them off--damn ankle straps!--or keep running with the potential neck breakers. Wouldn’t that make a charming epitaph? Here lies Cat. Killed not by fang, but Ferragamos.”

“Curiosity never killed this cat’ — that’s what I’d like as my epitaph”

“I picture my epitaph: 'Here lies Paul Newman, who died a failure because his eyes turned brown.”

“I used to measure the skies, now I measure the shadows of Earth.Although my mind was sky-bound, the shadow of my body lies here.[Epitaph he composed for himself a few months before he died]”

“But I don’t want to go among mad people," Alice remarked."Oh, you can’t help that," said the Cat: "we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.""How do you know I’m mad?" said Alice."You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn’t have come here.”